Sharing a quote from one of the great mothers of literature:
“I am Beth Morgan,” my mother said, and her voice was as deep and strong as any man. “I have come up here to tell you what I do think of you all, because I have heard you are talking against my husband. Two things in this world do I hate. One is talking behind the back, and the other is lice. So you should know what I do think of you.”
The only sounds when my mother stopped were the crackling of wood and the hushing of snow.
“You are a lot of cowards to talk against my husband,” my mother said with a full voice. “He has done nothing against you and he never would and you know it well. He is Superintendent of the colliery now because every man will have his reward for working, and that is his. And for you to think he is with the owners because he has had his reward is not only nonsense but downright wickedness. How some of you can sit in the same Chapel with him I cannot tell. But there is one thing more I will say and that is this. If harm do come to my Gwilym, I will found out the men and I will kill them with my hands. And that I will swear by God Almighty. And there will be no Hell for me. Nobody will go to Hell for killing lice.”
“Mama,” Davy called from the back of the rock.
My mother turned round to look for Davy, but she could not see him at first.
“I am not your mother,” she said, “when you are with these. You are lice with them. And if your father comes to harm, you shall be the first to go.”
Davy came out of the darkness to go to my mother but she turned away and started to stumble down the rock. I ran round to help her find her footway, and Davy stood at the top watching in quiet. There was low talking from the men and not a sound else, and indeed if ever I heard the voice of shame, then it was, while my mother was crying as she felt her way down.
From HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY by Richard Llewellyn
Happy Mother’s Day to all. #quotestr #madres #happymothersday
Father Nick Blaha
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