“Mama” How can four little letters mean so much? A simple word that brings tears to my eyes and joy to my heart. Mother’s Day just passed last weekend my Mama has been with me all week. Looking back over the short time I was able to spend with her, I was forty when she died, it would still have been nice to have kept her longer. I never told her how much I loved her often enough, or how much I appreciated what she had to do provide for me growing up.
My Daddy got lost in life somehow and turned to the bottle to find his way. So Mama was left to get by on her own.
We did not have much but there was always food on the table and a roof over our heads. I don’t know how she did it but we managed. I didn’t even know we were poor because everyone around us lived the same including all of Mom’s side of the family. Now Mom was not one to sit and boohoo over her predicament, she just got up put on her big girl dress and started doing what had to be done.
That’s what brought me to San Antonio. Killeen where I was born was a small town with limited opportunity, so she packed up and moved us to the big city. I think someone told her that she could get a job as a seamstress at a place called Finesilver. That did not pan out but it did not take long for Mom to find a job. Handy Andy was the answer. Working in the butcher department and she was there till she retired twenty years later
She was always concerned about her customers, she seemed to know they had a question before they did, not pushy but informative, but anyone who paused long enough for her to get a word always seemed to enjoy what she had to say. In a checkout counter, if there was a line, she would know everybody in that line, most of their children’s names, where they lived and what they wanted for Christmas. Not only would she talk to people but they talked to her. She had that way about her. She could have sold ice to the Eskimos but she was not that way. She was there to be helpful and friendly not to influence. “Hello honey, how are you today. Yes that cut looks pretty, nice but this one is a better deal, besides this will be on sale later this week and you can save by buying it then.” So maybe the store lost a few cents because of her but she sure bought them a lot of loyal customers. “Well Irene what do you think of this one” the customer would say. They always knew they could trust the answer when they asked Irene.
It was a beans and cornbread, sometime cornbread and sweet milk, fried cabbage was always good, or boiled collie flower, for supper with bacon and biscuits for breakfast kind of childhood. But with the mother I had you know I think it was great. Thanks Mama.
None of my Mothers siblings went past the 8th grade in school but they had PHDs in life. How to earn your way and be there to help the other guy when someone was in need. All my cousins were brought into this world by their Aunts, they never saw a Doctor till a few days after they were born. When you needed help all you had to do was ask. Relatives and friends would show up to get you through it, all for a good meal and a hug. It just what you did. It showed a lot of love for your fellow man. No payment required I’ll need some day and you can be there for me.
In business, one of the most important things you can do is be responsible and available. When a customer calls be ready to help and have a solution for their problem. Yes mam we can take care if that, we are on our way. Yes this too will pass and with Tasco it’s taken care of immediately if not sooner.
TASCO as the HVAC service company, Ince the distributor and the industry standard product Trane, is like Mamas family were here to help. All we need is your call and someone to make the cornbread.