Today about celebrating motherhood

As new mothers we have all held our newborn child and thought, “I’m going to give you the world. You and I will be the best of friends; laughing in the sunshine; giggling as we run through mud puddles on rainy days; taking delight in eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on a warped, wooden picnic table along the road while we watch the cars go by; and telling each other long and fascinating stories.

It doesn’t always turn out that way, though. The child gets a rash from sunshine, doesn’t like to get dirty so mud puddles are out, doesn’t like peanut butter and thinks the old but well-worn picnic table is yucky and would rather read a book or pay attention to his cell phone than you.

That’s OK. We love them as they are and realize that their likes supersede ours when it comes to those friendly outings.

There are some things that mothers want their children to grow up doing, and I got this from a Guidepost book. It dealt with the Christmas season. But these things pertain to all seasons to help a youngster to grow and be a responsible, gentle and kind adult who any mother would be proud to put her arm around and say “This is my son/daughter.”

It is called “Take Time…”

– Take time to pray. It helps to bring God nearer and washes the dust of Earth from your eyes.

– Take time for friends. They are the source of great happiness.

– Take time for work. It is the price of success.

– Take time to think. It is the source of power.

– Take time to read. It is the foundation of knowledge.

– Take time to laugh. It is the singing that helps with life’s loads.

– Take time to love. It is the one sacrament of life.

– Take time to dream. It hitches the soul to the stars.

– Take time to play. It is the secret of youth.

– Take time to worship. It is the highway to reverence.


I took my sister, Dorothy “Dot” Toth; her daughter-in-law, Beth Toth, and children, Nola, 7, and Lucidity “Lucy Jean” Toth, 9 months; and good friends, Connie Owen and Stella Puskarich, to the Brightway Mother-Daughter Tea last week, and it was nice having some of my special people all together around the same table.

Lucy reminded me of a speedy little spider as she crawled around people’s feet. Then she spied a tablecloth hanging down to the right height for her. It looked very enticing to pull on but would bring down a bundle of door prizes on her head.

She was given a pink wafer cookie bar and was munching away with her toothless gums. I told her that Larry was 10 months old before getting teeth and then they sprouted in rapid succession, and he started biting and chewing on everything.

Dot spent loads of time making shortbread cookies, chocolate chip wonders, chocolate cookies drizzled with white frosting, cream horns and peanut blossoms for the party. I don’t know where she finds the time. Sometimes, I struggle getting super on the table.

Connie and I got to spend time together that we can’t do at work. We sit across from each other but her computers — she has three, two that are very tall — I have one that occasionally gives me fits, anyhow, when we want to talk we either look through the crack between computers or stand and lean across them. Sort of like the days when housewives would lean across the picket fence and brag on their kids and complain about the dog and husband. Well maybe not so much the husband.

Christy Holmes had a song about mother that was very touching. Likewise, the reading by Betty Wilson from 1st Corinthians. “There is a saying that a mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child. If a child is not happy than the mother is not happy,” Betty noted. She is Cathy Takach’s sister. Cathy’s daughter, Christina Takach-Ross, did a pantomime to “Take Me to the King” that was very inspirational, too.

There were fancy finger sandwiches; sandwich wraps; a creamy fruit salad with colored, flower-shaped marshmallows in the mix; and about eight different types of cookies. You could not, in all good conscience, eat one of each kind.

Cathy gave the invocation and benediction and reminded everyone to tell their mothers they appreciated them if they were not there.

Cathy will be leaving as project manager for Brightway in a week. Be sure to tell her what a wonderful job she has done for the past six years.


Something all mothers seem to like is visiting yard sales. The village of Cadiz will come alive with yard sales June 2-3. Families and organizations of the community are encouraged to join in this giant community-wide event by holding yard sales, porch sales or garage sales on the same weekend.

Those who want to be placed on the yard sale list must register by May 26. This will list the sale site and information on what is being sold. Registration forms are available at Ormes Hardware, Utica Safety Apparel and the Harrison County Visitors Center.

For information, contact Theresa Posda at (740) 942-0093.


Along with Mother’s Day, Older Americans Month is being celebrated this month. It is amazing what the many seniors can do. There is a crochet group the Prime Time volunteers made and donated 36 red, white and blue lap robes for the veterans last year, also fitting as Memorial Day is on the horizon as well.

This year, they are donating to the Friendship Room, Tony Teramana Cancer Center and several nursing homes. To date they have made 130 lap robes. Ladies, you’re an inspiration to all of us.

The Dip n’ Dives, a western square and modern pattern dance group, will resume meeting on the second and fourth Saturdays of the month at the Prime Time Center at 7 p.m. Admission is $5.

It is great exercise to modern music, no formal lessons are needed, casual attire can be worn, and no partner is required. It is open to everyone, so get ready to dosie-do your Saturday nights away.

The garden club is meeting the third Wednesday of each month and is planning on getting the seeds for great veggies in the ground soon, if they haven’t done so already.

Sewing and quilting groups meet on Fridays and have started on a new quilt pattern. There is something there for everyone to enjoy. A wonderful place to join and never be lonesome.


I am excited to start writing my story on the Ourant one-room school that will appear in Boomers on Tuesday. It was such an exciting experience to see the Hopedale South Elementary School pupils dressed in old-fashioned clothing, with their home-packed lunch in baskets like they did in days past. There was not one modern lunch bag or container in the entire class.

There were long gingham dresses on some of the girls, some wore old-fashioned bonnets or a scarf tied around their hair. Several of the boys wore handmade trousers with suspenders and homemade muslin shirts. Others wore cowboy boots or work boots.

The boys liked the idea of starting school later in the year than the girls and getting out earlier in the spring but when they discovered it was to do hard work on the farm to help the family make a living or have food on the table, they were not sure it was a good idea.

(McCoy, a resident of Smithfield, is food editor and a staff columnist for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at