Cereal and blueberries. That’s what I should have for breakfast this morning. But as I stare at the quart of blueberries sitting in my refrigerator’s fruit drawer, I change my mind.
Two months ago my mom died. Yet, it seems like she’s still alive, and like she left years ago. In fact, I wasn’t able to mourn her for the six years she suffered from dementia, but since she’s died, I’ve celebrated her vitality and misdeeds and shenanigans and mostly, her love for her family, in big and small ways.
The big way includes making an album of her life. The small way includes today’s decision. I shall make my mom’s recipe of Blueberry Cake.
I wonder if this is one of the recipes she got from her mom. Quite possibly, since it seems old-fashioned. This is not my daughter’s recipe (as in “this is not your mother’s jeans”). However, I chafe at the idea that anything from a mother is out dated and stodgy.
I digress. Old-fashioned is “in” now. Look at how many young women have been making bread from scratch – banana bread, sourdough bread, no-knead bread. The old is new once again.
But again, I digress. My mom shared her blueberry recipe with me after I was one-year married and she and my dad moved from another state to live 20 minutes away from me. Suddenly, we were more compatriots than mom and daughter. We drank scotch on the rocks together, we played tennis together, and we even giggled like school girls as we gossiped about “life.”
Out came her old (and I mean, old) recipe box. My parent’s home was a block away from a small farm, and in the summer my mom would buy boxes of fresh blueberries. And we’d make her mom’s Blueberry Cake.
But it’s not really a cake. More like a buckle. I’ve always wondered why some desserts are called a “buckle.” I looked it up. When a fruit “cake” bakes, the batter rises, but the berries and crumb topping weigh it down, which causes the surface of the cake to buckle.
Sounds like our relationship – mom’s and mine. Our love for each other was high and light, but the “fruit” in our life weighed us down: my dad’s alcoholism and their separation, my divorce and remarriage to a man who moved me and her little grandbabies across country, far away from her. We buckled, my mom and I.
But despite that, our love was always sweet and satisfying and, dare I say, “not your grandmother’s mom/daughter relationship.” We were best friends who argued, but by god, we always had each other’s back….and heart and soul.
Bless her and you. No mother/daughter relationship runs smoothly but as long as the love is there. I am pleased to hear you can finally celebrate the life of your amazing mom. Sending hugs your way. xo
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I want my daughter to read this, but I’m afraid what she’ll say about OUR buckling. 😉 All great relationships buckle, though, in my mind. Thanks, Darlene. ❤
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❤ ❤ ❤ I'll be thinking of you, Pam.
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Thanks, Jill. Writing a eulogy with my brother has been an interesting experience. What bonding we have gone through! Now I just pray I can get through it without breaking down. Big. Breaths. xo
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A lovely story of mother love , special friendship and blueberries! We hardly need much more in this thing called life! 💕
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Truer words were never spoken, Jeanne. THANK you. xo
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❤ ❤ for you, your Mum's shining spirit and Blueberry buckles… xXx
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The Spirit DOES shine, doesn’t it? Always. Thank you, Jane. ❤
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❤ Pam ❤
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This brought some tears. How a relationship can buckle but still be sweet. I think of you often this summer after your mother has passed on.
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Many thanks for your thoughts, Kathy. I think we learn so much from each other and our stories. And those of us who are compassionate readers/writers grow with each story we read and share. Big hug to Goddess You. xo
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I love that you did this in memory of her and love this whole post, so many apt metaphors ❤
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Weirdly, I began writing the post just to share my mom’s blueberry buckle – the metaphors arrived in the writing. Ahhh, how we learn as the pen flows. xo
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It’s amazing, isn’t it?
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Buckled love, what a beautiful metaphor for your relationship with you mother. Many blessings to you and your family as you gather to celebrate her life. ♡
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Thank you Barbara. The metaphor didn’t arrive until I looked up why some desserts are called “Buckle.” Then I got that AHA moment. Don’t you love those moments? ❤
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Lovely to think of the “buckles” as being the sweet fruit in a relationship. Thank you for this.
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And of course, fruit can be sweet as well as a bit sour at the same time. Fortunately, the sweetness overwhelms the sour. 🙂 ❤
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So sweet. I never had this relationship with my mother. We were very different people. Thank you for sharing.
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Many many thanks, Nancy. Sure would love to see each other at our favorite summer destination!
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My heart goes out to you and the family. May the memories bring comfort and joy 💕
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They do, Val! The memories are as sweet and warm as a Blueberry Buckle. 🙂 Many thanks for reading and commenting. xo
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Oh, Pam, I love this! So much! That’s a perfect, perfectly wonderful way to describe many mother/daughter relationships. Thank you!
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Thank you thank you, Cindy. This is what writing does for us – makes “things” (like people/relationships/emotions) understandable. Or at the very least, the writing helps us continue to feel the love in all kinds of ways. ❤
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Your love for Mom is pure, though bittersweet, like most mother-daughter relationships. I love nostalgic pieces, so this one touched my heart and soul.
Some observations: I’ve waited all my life to understand how “buckle” could be associated with baked goods; now I know + the cereal bowl of Cheerios and berries like you pictured start me most summer mornings.
An exquisite tribute, Pam! ((( )))
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I know we share a similar breakfast, Marian, and on some mornings, I raise my bowl and toast you. Did you ever know that? To wonderful you – memoir writer, wife/mom/friend extraordinaire. May we appreciate all the buckling in our relationships for what they are – love sweet and complex. ❤
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I am so stoked that you raise your cereal bowl to me. WOW!
Now I’ll do the same (when I remember)!
Thank you, treasured friend!
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Laughing at “when I remember.” I think blueberries are good memory food. 😏
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Pam, “The love for family, in big and small ways.” This is how I want my daughters and family to remember me best.
Oh great, Pam, now I have morning tears brimming over Blueberry Cake. The actual recipe card stained with baking fingerprints, infused with love. Wow, on the “buckled.” Now my tears are spilling over.
Having each other’s back…and heart and soul……..how I want my daughter’s to remember me best. Thank you for sharing what is most important with your beautiful words. ❤️
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This recipe card has been used so many times that I had to show it here. Each time that dessert comes out a little differently. But that’s what makes it real. None of us are perfect but … love ? Love is always perfect in all its imperfect ways. 💗
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Hugs, prayers and lots of love… ❤
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Many thanks for your sweet message, Bette. Sending love back. 💕
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A beautiful post, Pamela. Thank you for sharing.
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In our blogging world we really share so much because we feel so much love, don’t we? Thank you thank you, John.
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We do. ❤️
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Oh my! We are SO on the same wavelength today. Yes–the time we were not able to mourn when our mothers were there in body but not in mind. Not truly there, or not the vital women they were.
Yesterday, we went to the storage unit where all of my mom’s belonging were hastily packed up after she died. It’s so sad. We’re all still social distancing, so no celebrations or hugs of commiseration. But today, I’m making a blueberry cake.
I’m glad you’ll be able to celebrate your mother’s life with your loved ones. Hugs, Pam. ❤️
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Yay for your blueberry cake. I saw it on FB and looked delicious 😋. Going through storage items is extremely difficult. I feel for you. We all decided we felt ready to join together in this memorial service. With social distancing and facemasks! Praying it turns out ok. 🙏
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Aww–I hope so, too. Hugs!
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Thank you for the beautiful tribute to your mom and your bucked relationship. Most of us have complicated relationships with our parents. I’m glad you have one anchored in love and friendship. Hugs.
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It is interesting how parents and children have such complex relationships with each other. I think it’s a microcosm of having a relationship with life itself. 🤔
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That is an interesting and deep perspective Pam. More complications for my family relationships! 😜
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A beautiful post, Pam. Mother/daughter relationships can be so special as they grow and evolve. And I’m not surprised that something like a special dessert brings back memories of the good times and carries the past into the now… and into the future. Have a wonderful celebration of your mother’s life. I hope in addition to the tears, there is plenty of love, hugs, and laughter. ❤ ❤
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I’m back here now still on summer shore break but enjoying reading comments and blogs of others. I’m thinking that maybe different desserts could describe all sorts of different kinds of relationships in our lives. This would be an interesting question. If a dessert was your life right now, what kind would it be? 😯
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Strawberry shortcake.
Not for any reason except that it would bring me utter joy! Lol.
It’s not on my diet, but maybe a small splurge before the summer’s over. ❤
Enjoy the rest of your break, my friend.
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Listen my friend. You have got to make yourself or buy strawberry shortcake before the end of August. After all, this is your One and precious strawberry-filled life! 🍓
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Yup. I will… this weekend! And I’ll report in. Lol
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We did have strawberry shortcake, Pam. It was heaven. Thanks for the encouragement. ❤ ❤
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Yay yay yay. Hmmm, I just saw some fresh strawberries at our local farm (and I just bought some whipped cream too….)
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Go for it! 🙂
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I think from what I’ve read about your mother, she was pretty special. I can relate to the blueberry “buckle” because I make my mother’s plum cake with the same kind of reminiscence. Sending you hugs and good thoughts as you celebrate your mother’s life.
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Plum cake sounds divine. To the memories of our mothers! xo
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This really is a lovely post, Pam. A beautiful tribute to your mother. Thanks for sharing about your mother’s recipe, I also wondered what the difference between a buckle and a cake was. Your information is good to know.
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I’m patting myself on the back that I taught you – an amazing baker – something about a buckled cake. I hope you make one sometime soon! Thank you so much for your comment, Robbie. ❤️
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I am left with shivers and a lump in my throat. Such an honest tribute to your Mom, and an explanation of your relationship. Sending hugs as you celebrate and remember her life. xo
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Thanks for the shivers and the lump, Sue. Our celebration of life went really really well. Celebrating with family of course was the cherry on the top. 🍒
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You were so lucky to have such a wonderful relationship with your mom! Love how you share your memories. I have never had blueberry cake. It almost looks like a cobbler in the picture. I eat blueberries and raspberries daily — love them. But the cake looks delicious.
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Thank you Pat. Somehow eating a lot of blueberries in a cake makes it seem OK, despite all the sugar and butter that makes it all buckled and delicious. 🤗
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Such a beautiful post, Pam. Sending you much love as you celebrate your mother’s life (as well as condolences, once again). Mother-daughter relationships can be so difficult. I am lucky as mine with my mother is pretty darn good. Now I’m looking at the three cartons of blueberries I have and suddenly have a hankering to make blueberry cake (mine, from a late beloved aunt – filled with booze and memories)
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Whoa – a blueberry cake made with booze and memories must be incredible! I am toasting to happy mother-daughter relationships, even if there’s a dash of drama mixed in.
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Uh huh. Rum, to be exact. Then my aunt was complaining that the blueberries didn’t burst while cooking like they were supposed to… Funny thing happened as the cake sat and cooled 😉
Absolutely to be toasted!
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Bursting Blueberries, Batman! 😁
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Bursting BOOZY Blueberries, Batman!! 😉
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Even BETTER! 🙂
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Oh yeah….
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A beautiful way to honor and describe your relationship. I hang on my family’s old recipes too. Sending hugs.
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Old family recipes are the best way to keep family memories nearby. 🙏
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Both my Moms–my own and my beloved Mother-in-law— were both terrific cooks and bakers. I was lucky to have recipes from both. When blueberry season rolled around, it was a choice of pie or crumble for the family and we usually opted for the crumble. Lots of blueberries and topped with a crumble topping of chopped pecans, brown sugar, cinnamon, flour and butter. The topping came out brown and crisp with the bubbling blueberries beneath–perfect with ice-cream or not. To be honest, I don’t think I tried the blueberry coffee cake recipe Mom made for Dad–one day I will. . . .Glad you have the family recipe for your blueberries Pam. I do enjoy the family tradition of food and goodies passed to the next generations. Hugs to you and yours.
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Beautiful blueberry cake memories here. May we always have a blueberry-filled love around us. 💙
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I’m totally with you on that thought! 🙂
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Your mother’s recipe is a wonderful reminder of the love you shared, both for each other and for blueberries. Family recipes can be the best tonic for troubled times. Buckle on, Pam
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I love the way you play with words. I think A Tonic for Troubled Times would be great title for a book.
To buckled love. 💙
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A heart-warming post Pam. Thanks for sharing a lovely relationship you have with your mom… she lives in such memories! Blessed are those who have such love for their mothers. 🙂
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Thank you for your sweet and truthful words, Balroop. 💙
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Calling your relationship with your mother a buckle is perfect , now I know what to call the relationship I had with my mother. I have an old recipe for a German apple or cherry cake. I will make it in honor of your and my mother with blueberries and call it a buckle.
Take good care of yourself and stay safe. Hugs!
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Yay Gerlinde! My mouth is watering just at the thought of the blueberry “buckle” you made or are going to make with your old family recipe. Maybe you’ll put that on your blog! To our moms. XO
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I love the photo of you and your mum. It’s so precious and sweet. And the blueberries cake, what a great memory of your mum’s recipe and the recipe box.
My daughter is cooking from scratch most of the time and has her 2&1/2 daughter help as mother-daughter projects. Her friends are cooking from scratch also. The old things made new again. She and her friends asked the parents to give them their favorite recipes and share among the friends.
I also have wonderful relationship with my daughter rekindled after years of being isolated.
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I think baking together is a great way for mothers and daughters to bond. Baking bonding, let’s call it! 💙
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I love it, Pam. Baking bonding. I wish I had done more when my daughter was growing up. ❤
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Oh Pam – I don’t even know where to start with a post like this one. There are just so many triggers and potential entry points. So I shall focus on one line … “I’ve celebrated her vitality and misdeeds and shenanigans”. What a gloriously wonderful thing to be able to say about a parent. Hopefully my sons will say that about me 🙂
I too have a few recipes in my mother’s handwriting. They are precious beyond description 💕
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May we always be known for our shenanigans! XOXO 🥰
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I’m glad that you have these great memories with your mom. My mom passed about a year and a half ago, and in the last few years, she lived at a memory care center. She was/is the best person I’ve ever known. The sweetest person you could ever know. Even as her dementia progressed, she never lost her gentle nature.
Now we’re going through it again with my mother-in-law, although not as directly since she lives four hours away. She hasn’t recognized any of her children in the last five years. Because of COVID, no one can visit her. On Mother’s Day, my sister-in-law was able to see her through the other side of a glass door.
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Heartfelt blessings to your mom, obviously still and always in your heart, and blessings to your M-I-L, who must be experiencing loss and confusion with no family able to visit her. I think that was the “straw that broke the camel’s back” for my mom.
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What a lovely Memorial and tribute to your beautiful mother.
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Thank you, Luanne. ❤
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A lovely recipe and a lovely post – thank you for sharing your memories and thoughts about your mom. Very best wishes. 🙂
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Many thanks for reading my thoughts on buckled love. >3
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Cheers to the many wonderful memories and the frequent reminders you will encounter in the future. Loss is never easy, but after years of Alzheimer’s, finality must be a relief. Peace to you. PS: I’ve never heard of buckle as a food.
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“Buckle” as in Blueberry Buckle, and Peach Buckle, etc, may be a regional name for the dessert. I heard from a British reader she they never heard of “buckle” used – but a similar dessert is called a “slump.” ;-0 Many thanks for stopping by, Frank. Always good to see you here!
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What lovely memories, so full of what life is. My mom and I had one final massive fight and then never again. Like we both grew into my adulthood.
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What a unique and yet realistic way of describing a mom/daughter relationship – both “growing into the daughter’s adulthood.” I have a feeling that happens more frequently than we imagine.
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It definitely made our relationship stronger.
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What a great way to celebrate your mom’s life and vitality . . . by cooking up one of her “old fashioned” recipes. I said good-bye to my mom in increments too. So hard.
Switching gears, I get a kick out of the varying names given to similar desserts:
Blueberry Buckle
Blueberry Crumble
Blueberry Cobbler
Blueberry Grunt
Blueberry Crisp
Blueberry Slump
Blueberry Clafouti
Blueberry Betty
Blueberry Pandowdy
Regional dialects love to twist and turn the English language! Happy Weekend, Pam!
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You are a STAR, Nancy. I’m late at responding but I read your blueberry dessert list early on and loved every name. I’d forgotten about “Blueberry Betty” and never heard of a Pandowdy or a Clafouti. Wowie!! 🙂
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We’ll have to get baking!
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I loved how you describe your relationship with your mom! Yes, we do become more friends and mother/daughter as we age, and of course there are rough spots in the relationship, as everyone’s life is complicated and weighed down one way or another. But the love you have for each other was strong enough to get you through it, as I remember from the heart-breakingly posts you wrote about her.
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Thank you for your lovely and heartfelt comment here, Ann. I so appreciate your thoughts. To complicated yet always loving relationships. ❤
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Your mother seems like she was one awesome lady. This phrase will definitely stick with me ‘Our love for each other was high and light, but the “fruit” in our life weighed us down”. I totally get that warping of time and space that you express “Two months ago my mom died. Yet, it seems like she’s still alive, and like she left years ago” Enjoy your blogging break.
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Hi Lisa. I love your comment about my buckled post. I read it early but didn’t get to respond until now. YES, life is “fruity” for sure, a bit sour with the sweet, delightful yet sometimes picking at it is so challenging. 😉 I have a feeling that like me, you appreciate that time and space aew really not linear like we are trained to see it since birth. ❤
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The cake looks yummy – a perfect way to celebrate one’s life and influence. And, blueberries are obviously on your mind, as the last few posts featured them!
When you told the laundry story, my sister-in-law had just made a blueberry pie for me. My favorite. And, the last few mornings, I’ve had blueberries in my cereal, which – coincidently, as we never buy this kind, but my MIL gave me her box since she’s gluten-free – was Cheerios! Are we connected too?
Have a nice weekend, without melting away. Xx
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Hi Liesbet – I’m finally responding to your fun/funny/poignant comments to my buckled post (which I had read early on but couldn’t respond to until now). YES WE ARE CONNECTED. That’s amazing that you had a bowl of Cheerios with blueberries. Until the pandemic, I never ate Cheerios, but it seemed the easiest thing to order when I had all of these blueberries “hanging around.” 🙂
And one question – did you eat that slice of blueberry pie in bed??? (ie, In the Laundry Room and follow-up story “Fifty Shades of Pink”) ❤
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If this bed would be mine, I might have. 🙂 But, we have been sleeping on the sofa bed of Mark’s parents for way too many months… Our backs are aching. I wish I had another piece of blueberry pie to ease the pain!!
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What lovely memories of your mother! I recently made a very similar buckle (it was the first time I had heard of this type of cake) with some of the blueberries on our bushes. I loved reading your mother’s recipe card. It was a little confusing and lacked a few measurements, but isn’t that how we put together recipes that we make over and over? The cake you showed on your last post wasn’t the buckle, right? Was that from another of your mother’s recipes?
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HI Janis. Finally having a chance to respond to your great comments/question from my Buckled post. Yes, I find that my mom’s and grandmother’s recipes are a bit loosey-goosey on the measurements. But each time I make the Blueberry Buckle, it turns out the same! 🙂 The blueberry pie I showed in my post Fifty Shades of Pink is NOT from any family recipe. Just used a Pixabay image. I’d like to say I made that blueberry pie, but buckles are more my forte. ❤
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Beautifully said, Pam. Thinking of you 🧡💙💛
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Thank you thank you for your sweet thoughts. I’ve returned from the “break” and all went fine. I guess I’ll blog about it tomorrow ’cause – that’s what we bloggers do, right? 🙂
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It is! Welcome back, Pam 🙂
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What a beautiful tribute to a wonderful woman who raised an amazing, thoughtful and talented daughter!
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Blowing kisses and distanced sincere hugs to you. THANK YOU. >3
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I’m so glad you’re getting the opportunity to celebrate and remember your remarkable mom. I hope you make lots of her favorite recipes and relive the memories associated with them, and I hope you have lots of things to laugh about as you remember her. And thanks for the recipe! I might make it, too.
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Hi Amy. Finally responding to your wonderful comment on my Buckled post. I hope you had a chance to try the Blueberry Buckle. I think you and your family will love it! xo
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This is a beautifully moving post Pam, it’s good to be able to share the things that are handed down and the memories associated with them. I dreamt just the other night that I was going to make my mother’s pea soup – maybe I will!
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Hi Andrea. Inquiring minds want to know – did you make your mom’s pea soup? That sounds soooo good and is a soup I love in the fall and winter. Maybe sometime you’ll share the recipe. 🙂 xo
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I didn’t I’m afraid! I don’t know if it’s what you would know as pea soup – it’s made mainly of yellow split peas, usually cooked with ham.
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My mom is 84 (till Sept). My dad just turned 88 in May. I dread the thought of losing either of them. I cannot even BEGIN to imagine …. My heart is with you. I’m so glad you have those memories of your mom….
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Sending loving thoughts to you and your folks. Hey, these days 84 and 88 is still “young,” right? Hoping they both stay healthy and safe. ❤
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Oh, I love this! Love Jeanette
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Hugs to you across the miles, Jeanette. xo
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Pamela,
What a lovely tribute and way to share your mom with us! My heart goes out to you and your family! Hugs, Mona
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Many thanks for your loving thoughts, Mona. ❤
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A beautiful and tasty tribute to your mom Pam. Beautiful 🙂 xx
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Thank you so much for reading my buckled love post. I’m back from break and looking forward to checking out your posts! xo
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Welcome back! ❤
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Gentle hugs, Pam. Take all the time you need to celebrate your mom. ❤
(P.S.: my mom used to make blueberry buckle too!)
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Thanks, Jennifer. And I like that we share a “mom” memory of Blueberry Buckle. I think that buckle dessert goes way back in generations, which is why it’s so good! xo
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Bless her heart and prayers for your family as you remember and celebrate her life.
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Thank you, George. xo
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It’s interesting how a bowl of cereal and blueberries can take you down a nostalgic road. I understand the relationship comparison. My mother and I were more like rocky road ice cream. Hard and frozen with a few sweet lumps thrown in for good measure. But in the end we made some level of peace and away from everyone else, laughed and giggled quite a bit. I have all her recipes too and those and when I’m sewing or doing hand work bring me closest to her. I have a much better relationship with both my children out of deep intention to be a different kind of mother. I wonder some times what will trigger my children’s memory of me. 🙂 I’m so glad you are going to get to do a small memorial in your mom’s honor. Beautiful post.
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Oh my, Marlene. I love the ice cream you chose to describe your relationship with your mom. Rocky Road – yup. That says so much. And yup, we moms (you and I and lots others) are working hard to have more of a “chocolate chip” relationship with our kids, or perhaps mint chocolate chip? 🙂
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I’m so glad so many have realized you don’t need to be disrespectful to your children to keep them going in the right direction. We are so lucky things have changed. 😉 Keep staying well.
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I love that description of a cake and of the love between you and your mother, Pam. So much good in life to reflect upon. May the memories of happy times carry you with joy as you celebrate her life.
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Thank you so much Norah. I made a blueberry buckle cake for my family soon after our memorial service for her. Always good to add sweetness with the goodbyes. 💙
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It is, Pam. That sounds like a very special cake and farewell.
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What a lovely, lovely remembrance of your Mom, Pam. I hope you are all having the time of your lives, recalling all the wonderful things your Mom brought into your lives over the years. Cheers to your Mom!
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MANY thanks for reading through my posts and for the lovely well wishes. I’m back from a week-long celebration of my mom’s life, and it was just like her – magnificent. ❤
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That’s great to hear. And hey, sooner or later I come around and catch-up. Always a pleasure. Hope you’re safe today with Isaias spinning around.
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Battening up the hatches, as they say, for rain/wind. YOU stay safe!
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My deepest condolences on your loss. Beautiful tribute! Mom must be so proud of you.
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Awww, thank you so much. My mom has been my biggest writing supporter – and I think she still is. ❤
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Dearest Pam, such a beautiful post and tribute to bake your Mom’s recipe… Would you live nearer lol I could have given you some of our blueberries freshly picked this morning… I love them for my breakfast or within yogurt …
It is amazing just how those little things trigger such huge memories… I loved seeing your Mom’s recipe..
You have also taught me something new… I had not heard the term Buckle Cake before… Maybe it is a US thing… But not heard the term here in the UK before for a cake.. Slab cake yes… but Buckle is new to me…
Sending you tons of love dear Pam… Grief comes out in many layers and going within the flow of feelings is the way….
Much love Pam..
May your week be filled with love and lots of slices of your Mom’s beautiful Blueberry Cake recipe…
Hugs ❤ 💖🙏
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Many many thanks for your loving thoughts. I had never heard of a “slab” cake, so now we each have learned a new dessert term. 🙂 To baking love. xoxo
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Haha….. We are never too old to learn Pam… and I open my mind to new possibilities every day ❤ 🙂
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Amen to that!!! 🙂 xoxox
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This is such a touching way to honour your mom, Pam. It is lovely of you to build an album of her life, and she must really enjoy making that blueberry cake. And lovely of you to share it with us. Relationships are up and down but at the end of the day, if it is a relationship that matters the love will always be there. Take care.
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Thank you for sharing some “blueberry buckle” with me, Mabel. o
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So sweet!
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Thank you for visiting and reading about buckled love. ❤
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Loved it!
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Lovely story 💜💫
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Thanks for visiting – you have a fun blog!
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Sorry to hear about your mum. Dementia is a shocking disease and my dad suffers still with it..
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You have an amazing blog about living with your dad’s dementia. It’s a long slow excruciating journey. My mom’s ended in early May. Best to you! https://roughwighting.net/2020/05/08/mother-may-i/
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Beautiful read!!! I can so relate to all this as my mom has got dementia too and it’s a role reversal when I baby sit her now💛
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I’m so sorry to hear the journey you’re going on with your mom. Blessings to her as she struggles – always remember that she is still “in” there, in soul and heart. ❤
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Thanks for your healing words. She is very much there… In soul and heart ♥… 😊
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What a beautiful tribute to your mum. I’ve never heard of a cake buckling but the metaphor seemed such a perfect way to explain your relationship. Sending hugs xxx
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Gotta love old recipes
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