When my generation—the Amos Boys’ children—were kids, we always gathered for holidays, birthdays, Mother’s and Father’s Days, and summer outings. We’d all get together—us kids, our parents and our grandparents. It’s just what we did.
It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized how unique this was. It’s unique because there in attendance were Roland, his wife Harriet, and his ex-wife Gladys. And everybody got along.
Maybe unique isn’t the best word. Maybe special is better. And caring, giving and tolerant.
I once asked Harriet about this. It was after Roland died and we were talking about special things.
She said they did this right from the beginning. Apparently, there was to be an upcoming gathering and Bruce’s wife, Jeanne, said she was not going to have separate parties. Harriet asked Roland if that was okay. He said yes. Roland asked Gladys if that was okay. And she said yes.
In our phone conversation this week, the Amos Boys talked about Roland, Harriet and Gladys.
“Elaine, and Jeanne, and Carol, they all got together and informed Dad and Harriet, and I suppose our Mother too, that we were going to get together and if they wanted to come, we would all be there,” says Duane. “And so they did get together.”
“They made it plain they weren’t going to have two or three different celebrations each time,” adds Jerry.
And so it was.
Harriet (on the right) once introduced Gladys as the first Mrs. Amos
and herself as the second Mrs. Amos.
Harriet told me this togetherness was awkward only when my sisters and I invited them, the grandmothers, to our school’s annual Mother-Daughter Banquet. Harriet would always pick up Gladys and they would ride from Lansing to Owosso together.
“It mustn’t have been too awkward. They often would all ride together,” says Duane. “Like when they came to our house.”
And so it was.
This week our post is dedicated to the awesome mothers in our family—Gladys, who was mother to our beloved Amos Boys; Harriet, who happily took on a ready-made family; and Carol, Jeanne and Elaine, who married the Amos Boys and had us kids.
And, of course, here’s to the generations of mothers that now follow.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all!