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Mother’s Day: I Remember Jimmy Dean’s “IOU”

Hi Friends:

I’m not that old … but I remember … Jimmy Dean’s tribute to Moms, simply called “IOU.”

How long has it been since you’ve heard it?
Many of you may have never heard it, but, after you hear it, you’ll never forget it.

I remember … when this recording was brand new, and they played it on the radio as much as any hit record of the day … I remember Jimmy Dean … as a singer, actor … before he went into business making sausage … What strikes me is that, through the years, he was always the same “Jimmy Dean.” Whether it was on a TV show, or an interview, or those sausage commercials, he was always the same Jimmy Dean.

I remember how popular he was … I remember “Daniel Boone” and the James Bond movie he starred in … as I got older and went into radio, I remember his many hit records … and, this one.

How long has it been since you heard it?
I think we all have certain parts of “IOU” that we remember:
For me, it was the line about the jack knife in the boot … and … about the apple pie.
… That line about the apple pie …
And, of course, the way it ended.

The one line I specifically wrote down for this writing was this:
“She managed by simply doing without a whole lot of things that she needed herself.”

Before I share the recording, I’d just like to add, please, that we pray for all Mothers, and their families, for now, during this upcoming “Mother’s Day” period, and always.
Please remember that many Mothers, many Moms, many families, are going through a tremendous time of sadness today, as well as over the “Mother’s Day Weekend,” and in the time beyond.
I’m not speaking of just those of us who face the Mother’s Day holiday, like myself and my wife, whose Moms are no longer here. Yes, we know where they are, we will see them again, and we take comfort in that. We are so blessed to have been “raised right.”

I’d like to ask for special prayers for Mothers, around the globe, who have suffered great personal loss … and, they are facing “Mother’s Day” without their child, or children …
I am thinking of one particular Mother, one particular local family, who have just now, suffered the loss of their child … Someone I personally knew, a fine young man, from a fine family …
I just can’t imagine the pain they are going through, can’t imagine how difficult a time when, at a time anxiously awaited to celebrate family … they must concentrate on making other types of plans/arrangements … I just can’t image what they are going through …

This family … this Mom … is not alone … Please remember to pray for Moms who are going through unimaginable pain at this time … just after Spring has arrived …. Just after Easter …
just before Mother’s Day … I can’t imagine …

Thank you.

Now, we share:

IOU
Written by Dave Corcoran
Performed by Jimmy Dean

I am sharing this recording from the “Lost Nashville” Channel
Here’s a link to their channel: Lost Nashville

I love the “45” display (remember those?) and the photos with the words:

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EMAIL CLASSIC: THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With passing years — only grows.

An English professor wrote the words, “Woman without her man is nothing,” on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly.
The men wrote: “Woman, without her man, is nothing.”
The women wrote: “Woman! Without her, man is nothing.”

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

Mother’s Day/Every Day Classic: “Ears”

Hi Friends:

Well … I had … sort of … promised … to post a work honoring “Mothers” from our book … which, by the way, I had, sort of, promised while I was in the middle of writing my next post, which, ironically, involved the television series, “All in the Family.”

Then … I felt led to share with you a story which I’ve had “on file” for several years … so long, in fact, that it isn’t even included in my “Shared Email” collection. This is a story which I had been sent, by email, way before I began the online ministry. I’ve had it stored “in the files” for years, and, honestly, before today, haven’t even thought about it for a long time. But, I am thinking about it now. Thinking about the love and sacrifice it represents. When I think of Jesus, I think about “love and sacrifice.”

When I think about Mama … which I do so often … I think about love and sacrifice.

I am thinking that, right now, instead of being obedient to my own will, my own plans … even in the writing of the next post … I am being obedient to the Spirit’s will, not mine … I am thinking … yes, I am … I am thinking that I wished I had been more obedient to Mama … had recognized all of the sacrifices she made …

Please allow me to include this from the book:
“The first gift, and the best gift that God gives a child is a loving, Godly mother. The first view of Jesus that a child receives is through her loving care.”

 It was such a thrill for me to learn that Mama had shared this story with her Sunday School Class. It meant that much to her. How precious does that make this story now! It is a story of love … family love … sacrifice … family sacrifice … I have always called this story “Ears,” and that is the name which Mama called it.

Ears

“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked.

When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.

When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy: “A boy, a big boy… called me a freak.”

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.

Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by.

Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service.

“But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.”

“I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know … not yet.”

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother — had no outer ears.

“Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.