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Saturday, May 12 2001

A Belsano Mom: Martha (Paul) Rummel

Continuing our Mother's Day week tributes to mothers, today's guest postcard is by Trudy Rummel Myers.

Where does one start to condense 88 years of life into one simple story? I'd like to talk about my mother, Martha (Paul) Rummel, who spent most of her life in the Belsano area, and the later years of her life, to present, in Colver. (Webmaster's note: Mrs. Rummel may be remembered best by some area residents as the one-time proprietor of the Triangle Restaurant in Belsano, circa late 1960's-early '70's.)

Mom married into the Belsano Rummel clan.  At the ripe old age of 38 she became a widow with nine children to raise alone.  The oldest was 17, the baby just six months old when our father was killed in a freak sawmill accident in 1952.  The J.T. Rummel Lumber Company was owned by our grandfather, and worked by all the Rummel sons, who eventually inherited the business after J.T. passed away.

I don't know if it was unusual in those days for "mixed" marriages; i.e., Protestant/Catholic; but my mother was a devout Catholic and made sure, even after Daddy died, to see that we practiced our Catholic faith. I could go into great detail about that, but only have so much room in this article.

You can imagine that it must have been difficult financially for her to afford to keep such a large family alone. Social Security benefits weren't all that great in those days.  But her faith in God, and her resourcefulness, kept everything intact.  Of course, the community was kind at times with their offerings, and thankfully social programs had come into existence with some little aid. By that time, two older brothers had joined the military, and generously sent her money to help raise the little kids.   The proudest thought I have of my mother is that she never felt the need to pity herself and go on Public Welfare. No sir!  What did she do? She found herself a job and went out to work. There were times when she would take on a second job, tending bar or baking pizzas;  especially around the holidays, to be sure
there was money for Christmas, but primarily she worked in the dietary department at the Ebensburg Center.  After her retirement from there, she volunteered as a Foster Grandparent for many years.

One thought that always remains with me was how she cold make something from nothing.  As a child, I "saw" that there was nothing in the house to eat. Yet, in no time at all, she'd have a beautiful and bountiful meal put on the table for us. I often wondered where she hid all that food, because I never saw it.  And with so many kids, they always had a ton of friends over. There was always enough to go around. Everyone was welcome.  The house was always full of boisterous laughter and vitality (mostly my brothers and their friends). Many Army buddies passed through our portals, too.

My favorite times were when she'd have a few days off from work and we'd come home from school to find that the house had been redecorated.  She'd start early in the morning, and by the time we got home, the dining room or living room would be covered with fresh beautiful wallpaper.  And I'll never forget the time she had a "picture window" installed. That was a real highlight.  But the best part was that she ordered a set of sheer criss-cross curtains to dress it up. We were all in awe when she told us she paid $25 for the curtains!  A huge sum.  But, Mom being Mom,  got her
$25's worth out of them.  They were like an icon in our house. They stayed there for many years, through many washings, and were always sparkling white.

In my own life, I became an accomplished seamstress.  The spark for that love of sewing came the year that I was going to make my Confirmation.  We were required to wear a specific "uniform" for the ceremony.  I came home from school one day, and there was my mother at the sewing machine. I'd never seen her use it before.  I asked her what she was doing.  As though I should have known, she matter of factly said, "Well, I'm making you a skirt for Confirmation."  She had no pattern, just a large piece of fabric.  Like magic, a skirt developed.  I never forgot that; the image is still burned in my mind today.

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Webmaster Jon Kennedy
Mother's Day humor #2

Walking through a supermarket, a young man noticed an old lady following him around. He ignored her for a while, but when he got to the checkout line, she got in front of him. 

"Pardon me," she said. "I'm sorry if I've been staring, but you look just like me son who died recently. 

"I'm sorry for your loss," the young man replied. "Is there anything I can do for you?" 

"Well, as I'm leaving, could you just say 'Goodbye, mother!?' It would make me feel so much better." She gave him a sweet smile. 

"Of course I can," the young man promised. As she gathered her bags and left, he called out, "Goodbye, mother!" just as she had requested, feeling good about her smile. 

Stepping up to the counter, he saw that his total was about $100 higher than it should be. "That amount is wrong," he said. "I only have a few items!" 

"Oh, your mother said that you would pay for her," explained the clerk.."

Sent by Mike Harrison
Sweet smell of success

It's amazing how many cares disappear when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

—Coco Chanel

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