Sunday, May 8, 2016

 
Mother's Day
 
As we celebrate #Mother's Day, I am reminded of a story of a #woman who went to great lengths to protect her son during a time of war.  This is a true story, a story of a Mother's love.  A story about my maternal-grandmother, Annie L Jones.
 
1968, my mother's brother, who was in the Army, was killed in a car accident in Washington, DC.  Soon after my mother's youngest brother was drafted into the Army.  The day that he left for Vietnam, my Granny got on the phone and started calling everyone and anyone she could to stop him from going to the warfront. 
 
Now, my Granny only had a education as far as the 6th grade.  My granddad went to school up until the 3rd grade. 
 
Granny started dialing numbers, pleading her case.  Begging for help that that she did not want to loose another son.  One person led her to another, to another and another. Somehow, by the grace of God, Granny got the phone number to the Pentagon!  Yes, the Pentagon.  Once again, by the grace of God, Granny got through to someone who was willing to listen.  My uncle's plane landed in Spokane, Washington and he was escorted off the plane by two MP's.  My uncle served in the military, but he was stationed in non-threatening areas like Laos and Germany. 
 
One summer, my grandparent's had some visitors.  While they were talking and reminiscing about the good ol' day's, they started talking about Granny calling the Pentagon.  One of my cousin's and I used to stay with Granny and Grandpa during the summer while our parents worked.  As you can imagine, we were shocked to learn that Granny had done such a thing.  It took a whole week for my cousin and I to find the phone bill where Granny called the Pentagon.  Old folks were funny; they still are.  My grandparent's didn't believe in throwing nothing away.  Granny had one of those ol' timey rotary phones.  I'll never forget how tired my little fingers were trying to dial the number.  Pulling the rotary wheel all around to the stopping part seemed to take forever.  It seemed like hours it took us to dial the number because my fingers would get tired, cramp up and I'll miss dial by not getting the rotary turned all the way around.  There were several times a woman came on the line saying, "Operator, do you need help dialing your number?"
Of course we slammed the phone down because we weren't supposed to be on the phone in the first place.  That was another thing.  You didn't touch Granny's phone.  You would get a spanking.   
Determined to find out if Granny really did call the Pentagon, my cousin had to help by putting his chubby finger in the number slots with mine to dial.  Getting the number dialed, we each pressed our ears up to the receiver when it began to ring.   
"Pentagon, how may I direct your call?" A woman on the end answered.
I'll never forget gasping loudly and slamming the phone down.  My cousin jumped up from the couch.  "She did, she did, she did call the Pentagon and got Uncle Ted off that airplane!"
 
A Mother's love.  It can't be measured, it can't be borrowed and it can't be hidden. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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