As we approach Mother’s Day, I remember my mom, Teresa Alice Bedell.
We lived in a corner house in Queens Village on 213th Street and 102nd Avenue in the fifties and sixties. In this home there was my father Fred and two elderly blind boarders named John and Angelo, whom my mother took care of and treated like family. We also had a dog named Ginger and a cat named Susie, whom my mother took care of as well.
My mother had a lot to do, especially during the spring and summer as she tended her rose garden and a vegetable garden where she drafted me to help her. There was always a good crop and she gave the surplus to the neighbors. My mother was also active in the community. We were members of Grace Lutheran Church and she belonged to the Ladies Aid Society, helping those in need. She also did volunteer work for the Cancer Society, Jerry’s Kids and the Industrial Home for the Blind. She collected funds for all these organizations, and the real kicker is that she would drag me along to impress upon me the need to help others.
My mom wanted me to have a good Christian education and struggled to keep me in Grace Lutheran Day School in Queens Village, from which I graduated. She loved music and you could hear her favorite records during many times of the day. She would say music was food for the soul.
All that changed because my mother died on Sept. 17, 1963, when I was 14.
Now, at 65, I still remember my mom who taught me so much and especially the need to help others in need. I serve today as a lector and usher at St. Anastasia Parish and I am also a past grand knight of St. Anastasia’s Knights of Columbus, a charitable organization.
I remember my mother’s love and what she taught me that really was important. Thanks, Mom, and God bless all mothers on this Mother’s Day.