The Art of the Ort

This morning I woke up and saw the remains of my delicious snack from yesterday on my kitchen table and started laughing out loud. I realized that I am turning into my mother. My mom is notorious for not finishing the last bite or two of her food, especially if it's a banana.

No matter whether she is eating a little or lot, a small morsel....called an ORT... remains uneaten.

I've been thinking a lot about this and about my mom. It's her BIRTHDAY today!! And even though I do NOT want her getting older, I am glad to have a day each year to celebrate her existence on this planet.

1. When mom was in college, she was a student-body officer. And because of her comedic skills, sparkle and uninhibited charisma, she was the emcee of all student assemblies. On one particular occasion, a very important bigwig was speaking at a school devotional. True to tradition, my mom introduced the gentleman, named Mr. Richard* Wooten. Finishing up, mom ushered Mr. Wooten to the podium with this enthusiastic welcome: 

And now....let's hear it for Rootin' Tootin' Wooten!!

2. When I was in the 12th grade, my friends were pressuring me to ask a guy to Preference. I hadn't been to a girl's choice dance. I was too shy to ask anyone. Sharing this dilemma with my mom, she asked, "who would you want to ask, if you did go?" Without realizing the danger of disclosure, I blurted out, "Brad Baldwin." My mom smiled...stood up...marched over to the phone....posed as my girlfriend... and called Brad Baldwin. Right then and there. I had a date for Preference!

3. Mrs. E is an opinionated, feisty German spinster with a high degree of education (doctorate in music) and a low degree of sociality. She was a loner, having estranged many people...including her own family...due to her outspoken nature. But my mom saw through her crusty veneer...and befriended her when no-one else would. Faithfully, EVERY single week, my mom would drive the music and literature loving Mrs. E to the library. Mrs. E softened. And both lives were blessed by this enduring association.

I have decided that my mother's quirky habit with leftovers are simply symbolic of the way she lives her exemplary life.

The trail of ORTs she leaves behind 
are so much more 
than food!

     photo by Justin

I love you dear wonderful, blessed mother!!

You are a fulfillment of scripture.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. - Proverbs 31:28

*name changed to protect the forgetful....


LGH said...

Hey, glad to see you're back in the blogging business. You are a great writer.

Allison said...

That was awesome about your mother, Jennifer! I can totally picture her doing the things you talked about.

Preston said...

This was a wonderful and fitting tribute. Thanks for sharing with us. Your mom is indeed an amazing individual and a blessing to all she encounters. How fortunate we all are to have her in our fortunate family and to have experienced her joie de vivre and genuine goodness. Hope everyone in your fine family is doing well.

Paula said...

"What a writer Jenny Fisher!!!!! That was great! I have tears in my eyes. And I know your mom much better. You are a blessing to all those you come in contact with girl. Love you."

Travis said...

You have such a way with words, your talents are certainly appreciated. I'm sure your mom really appreciated that! Thanks for sharing!

Mikelle :) said...

I stinking love her! And you! I miss you guys so much!


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