The Song of a Hero


| 8/12/2010 1:57:21 PM


Tags: Mom, Heroes, Cindy Murphy,

A photo of Cindy Murphy“In our world of big names, curiously, our true heroes tend to be anonymous. In this life of illusion and quasi-illusion, the person of solid virtues who can be admired for something more substantial than his well-knownness often proves to be the unsung hero: the teacher, the nurse, the mother, the honest cop, the hard worker at lonely, underpaid, unglamorous, unpublicized jobs.” ~ Daniel J. Boorstin

What defines a hero? We honor our veterans; the men and women who served, and are serving in our armed forces are called heroes. Firefighters and policemen commit acts of bravery nearly everyday that can be considered heroic. The doctor who saves a life – certainly she is a hero. The man who holds the hand and comforts the victim of a car accident, until help arrives – he is a hero too. The media grants sports stars and celebrities hero-like status, many of them, undeservedly so. But can an ordinary person who accomplishes no feat other than to live life well, be called a hero?

Mom’s a first generation American; both her parents immigrated to Detroit from Austria/Hungary. She was born in 1928, a tough time in our nation’s history, right before the start of the Great Depression. People then made due with what they had; Mom slept the drawer of a dresser as a baby. Her mother cleaned houses for a living. After work, her dad grew tomatoes for the neighborhood ... and roses too; his rose garden was quite extensive, and he was proud of it, grafting and experimenting to come up with his own varieties. The city was a good place to live back then; there were no gang shootings, drug wars, abandoned houses, and burned-out cars on the streets. Just nice family neighborhoods. As a teenager, Mom would take the bus to Harper Theatre, built in 1938, see a double feature, and get ice cream at Sanders afterward – all for less than a quarter.

We’ve heard the Harper Theatre story many times – it was repeated nearly every time my brother and his friends drove to the city, piled into Dad’s beat-up old Suburban which was kept for such things even years after he died – you dare not risk a parking a newer car in such a bad neighborhood. Their destination was Harpo’s - the old Harper Theatre is now converted to “America’s Oldest Concert Theater”, featuring heavy metal and industrial rock bands with names like “Impending Doom,” “Burning the Masses,” and “Decapitation” (all showing this month, in case you’re interested). The old neighborhood has changed quite a bit since the days of Mom’s youth. All of these things about Mom’s childhood – and most of what I know about our family, on both her and Dad’s side, comes from her storytelling. Mom loves a good story.

She still has friends from those old days – people we call “Aunt,” “Uncle,” and “cousin,” though they aren’t blood relatives. Then there are the Card Club Ladies, friends of hers who for 60 years met once a month to play pinochle ... or pretend to play pinochle, we teased. When it was Mom’s turn to host, we never saw them play cards – all we heard was a bunch of yakking and laughing.

Mom’s laugh ... you know those people who laugh with their entire bodies? It starts off slow, just a giggle, but then grows until every part of them seems to be laughing. They soon become silent, so that you only know they’re still laughing because they’re shaking. It all ends with a big sigh to catch their breath, before it starts all over again. That’s Mom’s laugh.

cindy murphy
9/4/2010 9:29:39 PM

Hi, Carolyn. Thanks for stopping in and sharing your Mom's story. Often we're unaware how our words affect those who hear them. What a wonder gift your Mom gave you with her words before she passed. I stopped by your website; very, very nice! I loved the "I Love Zinnias" article.


carolyn binder
9/3/2010 10:55:51 AM

Hi Cindy: This ode to your mom brought me to tears and to smiles. I lost my mother when she was only 56, and I still think of her every day. Just before she died (of cancer), she was wise enough to whisper to me (her only daughter) that I was her very best friend. I wonder if she really knew how much that simple comment would comfort me over the years. You obviously have wonderful memories of this hero in your life, and I know you will cherish them always. Thank you for sharing them and for reminding me of my hero, too. Carolyn www.cowlickcottagefarm.com


cindy murphy
9/2/2010 9:18:49 PM

Hi, Oz Girl. You're right - Mom had a full life. We are reliving some of it now, as my brothers and I have been cleaning out her house; it's a house full of memories. "Oh-my-gosh, look at this! Do you remember when Mom...." It's been fun digging up all though cherished memories of both our parents, and all the good times we had growing up in that house. I wouldn't trade them for the world. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the hugs too!


oz girl
9/1/2010 2:41:02 PM

First things first: I love the witty repartee between you and Nebraska Dave. What a hilarious typo!! :-D Secondly, most people have someone (as your beginning quote tells us) - be it a parent, a grandparent, a close family friend, a teacher - who leaves an indelible mark on their life. In many cases, that hero IS the mother, since she is the person who nurtures her children so well and helps them choose the path in life that they will travel. Such an emotional post Cindy... I enjoyed it even while I shed a few tears at your lovely mother's passing. She sure lived a fuller life than many, and I know you're very thankful for that, even though you must miss her terribly. *hugs*


cindy murphy
8/29/2010 10:05:06 PM

No, no, no, Dave - don't be red-faced. It was probably just my weird sense of humor that I got a chuckle out of your heroine without the "e" comment. I never would have brought it up if I thought it'd cause you any embarrassment at all. Everybody makes typos. In my itty-bitty corner of the vast Internet Wasteland, on a message board I've belonged to for years, some of the liviest conversations and rounds of bad punning have stemmed from a typo or misspelling. All in good fun, and never meant to embarrass. I'm sorry if it caused you the latter. And yes! The drawer of the dresser was definitely left open. Back then, this was often referred to as an "open-drawer policy".


nebraska dave
8/29/2010 12:32:17 PM

@Cindy, I am sorry about the typo error. Is my face ever red and I’m glad that you got a chuckle out of it. Actually, I use Microsoft word to write my responses and when it comes upon a word that is misspelled it gives a squiggly little line under the word. If a right click is clicked over the word the spelling program gives choices of how the word could be spelled. This was one of those times and the first on the list that popped up was heroin which looked like the correct spelling. The thought never crossed my mind about the drug heroin. I’m sure glad that you have such a good nature about things. I have indeed learned to scrutinize my ramblings a little more before posting them. I can’t say that I will never take off my shoe and insert foot in mouth again but hopefully it won’t be anytime soon. As far as sleeping in a drawer, I had great grandmas that talked about putting babies to sleep in a drawer. I suppose that would be another thing that our society today would frown upon. Just for those folks that are aghast, the drawer remained open. It was never closed with a baby in it. Actually, I always thought is was quite ingenious. I have an idea that you will become such a person as your Mom was in the eyes of you own daughters. They might not see it just as you didn’t during teen years but later in life upon reflection I expect they will see the same qualities in you that were in your Mom. Have great day.


cindy murphy
8/29/2010 9:13:55 AM

Dave, I certainly don't want you to take this the wrong way, but your comment gave me a chuckle. I think you know me well enough to know I get a kick out of words and how they're used, and goodness knows, I make typos at every turn (there's one I noticed in my Mom post, for example - Mom slept "in" the drawer). I've always wished there was an "edit" feature here. I debated using the feminine form of the word "hero" when I was writing the post, but opted instead to stick with "hero" instead of "heroine" just because I thought it sounded better. But "heroin"? First thought when reading your comment was "hey, I don't shoot heroin, or snort coke either." Don't be sorry about the passing of my heroin, cuz it's never been had to pass. My addiction comes in caffiene form; I'm a coffee junkie, I admit. Here - I'll gladly pass a mug of that your way because coffee is that much better when shared with friends. That said, thank you so much for your thoughtful comment. I think it's wonderful you take the time to write to your Dad often. Letter writing has become a lost art, mostly due to time constraints, I think, even evident even by the term "snail-mail". The quicker e-mail often is just a bunch of forwarded messages that have made the rounds a 100 times over. Getting an actual letter in the mail that you can actually hold is special. You're right - it's the simple things that become the most cherished.


nebraska dave
8/28/2010 8:28:30 PM

@Cindy, What a beautiful tribute to your Mom. I’m so sorry about the passing of your heroin. Moms of her generation were definitely sacrificial in character when it came to their kids. My Mom was similar to yours. She passed in 1997 at the age of 69 years young from cancer. She was a hard working home mother just as yours. The only job she had outside the home was house cleaning. I suppose that teenage girls butt heads with Mom and teenage boys butt heads with Dad. I can’t say I ever really argued with Mom but now Dad was another story. Isn’t it amazing how much wisdom parents gain between our ages of 13 and 21? Dad is still alive and well at 86 years. I make it a special point to send cards, letters, and go see him as much as I can. He lives in Vegas and I live in Nebraska. He doesn’t talk on the phone long but really enjoys the letters I write to him. For him they are more precious than a phone call. Letter writing, who knew it could be so cherished and yet be so simple to do. The simple things in life are usually the most cherished things in the end. When it comes right down to it the most important commodity in life is our time. Unfortunately, our culture constantly tries to steal it from us by convincing us to use time in the wrong ways. No one ever nears death and says, “Oh, I wish I had worked more, or Oh, I wish I had earned more money.” Thanks for sharing your story.


cindy murphy
8/19/2010 8:52:37 PM

Thanks for stopping in, Pam. Yanno....sometimes we rush around, here or there, doing this and trying to get that done, and before we know it, the day is done. Time goes by quicker as we get older. Remember when summer seemed to last forever when we were kids?! Now it seems all too short. During all this rushing and doing, we sometimes forget to let the ones we love know how much we appreciate them. Happy belated 87th birthday to your Mother. And many more. Enjoy your day.


pam_6
8/19/2010 12:13:57 PM

Cindy, that was such a nice tribute to your Mom. I am sorry for your loss. I know you still miss her so. My mother turned 87 this week. Your words made me appreciate my mother more. Thank-you. Pam


cindy murphy
8/16/2010 6:34:06 PM

Thank you for your kind words, Shannon. Thanks to Beth also for the thoughtful comment she left on Grit's Facebook page. I don't have Facebook or would have responded to you there.


s.m.r. saia
8/16/2010 6:13:08 AM

Cindy, what a beautiful tribute to your mother. I'm sorry for your loss; though you have obviously been left with much richness for having had such a person in your life. Thanks for sharing it with us. Shannon


cindy murphy
8/14/2010 8:40:05 PM

Hi, Michelle. No words are necessary. I just felt the need to tell a tiny bit of Mom's story. Hugs backatcha.


michelle house
8/14/2010 11:42:54 AM

Cindy, That is beautiful and lovely. Words escape me right now. (((hugs))) Michelle


cindy murphy
8/13/2010 9:04:16 PM

Hi, MountainWoman. Thank you for your thoughtful comments. Mothers play such an important role in our lives. I feel truly lucky that Mom was such a big part of my life, and that I had her in it for so long. Hope these waning days of summer in Vermont are beautiful ones for you and Mountain Man.


mountain woman
8/13/2010 10:29:57 AM

Cindy, What a beautiful and moving tribute to your Mom and what a fantastic woman she was. I can only imagine how much you must miss her presence. Thanks so much for sharing her with us and letting us have the privilege of knowing her through your eyes.


cindy murphy
8/13/2010 7:06:26 AM

Thanks, Vickie. You're right - I do miss talking with Mom. I live far away, but there was always the phone. We'd have these long conversations, and get to laughing so hard, neither of us could breathe. When she went into the nursing home, I'd call her nearly every night. After she died, one of the hardest things for me was not to reach for the phone; I'd constantly want to pick it up, and call her to tell her some funny thing the girls did. Oh, how she adored her grandkids! I'm grateful the girls knew their grandma - I never knew mine; they'd all passed away before I was born. Thanks for stopping in, and enjoy your weekend.


vickie
8/12/2010 6:44:48 PM

Cindy, Your Mom was just beautiful-on the inside as well as the outside. Oh you must miss talking to your hero-I'm so very sorry for your loss. vickie





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