Did I tell you that my mommy sewed those coats we had on.

I remember my mommy being able to work that old Singer sewing machine and making the coats that we wore for Easter, at Aunt Jackie's house. We didn't go to see Aunt Jackie, there in those days, she played second fiddle to "The Matriarch". We went to see "Mu". Mu, lived in the apartment behind Aunt Jackie and Uncle Charles. It was a family obligation to visit her, as often as possible. We did too. Easter meant that we would get a basket from her and a bat and ball. These were more looked forward to than the egg hunt, in Aunt Jackie's back yard. We had an amazing time as little people. Us and Lisa and Rene and Brian and Glenn (Lauren and David were already too grown to play with us) (It is my guess that they hid the eggs). We fought over the candy and who got the biggest basket. We all knew that Glen got the biggest basket, because he was a grandchild and we were greats. Still, that was always noticed. Grandma Hanst did alot of watching the Dodgers when we were over there and Pop was always seated in the chair in the room. We were little and the big people filled the apartment so much that, if we got a good peak at her and a peck on the cheek we were happy. Why were they all hovering around her so? Why was wherever she was 106? Love. She represented love, to all of those people. Every once in a while she yelled and there was silence. All of these people bowed to her every command and then they were gone. They bowed to love. I guess that that is the Christie Legacy in America. We may have little of anything else, but I always say that we have a monopoly on "the mothers' intuition". Everything that Eve said to her daughters was passed on to Mu!
I remember the last day. I remember late in the night being put in the car for the last time to see Mu. She fell and broke her hip. They took her from the back of Uncle Charles' house. We never saw her again. No more baskets, lovingly prepared, with names on them. No more "Mommy made" coats. The era of Mu had changed swiftly and there was much weeping over her.
Everytime the door opened by a gust of wind, Mommy would say, here comes Mu. Thank you for visiting us, Mu. We came to look forward to such occurrences and laugh. But I remember Mu, when she was really there. Beautiful and wrinkled and mine. The commander of a host of children and Grands and Greats (we were the greats).