Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Do you strave easily? I do.

Hawaii 1964: Liane (9), Lisa (4), Mom, Melanie (11)

Anyone who knew my mom (aka Grandma Lavon) was aware of her obsession with reading. The house could be burning down, but Mom would be engrossed in her mystery novel as the firemen carried her out. I'll never forget the day I told her I was leaving home for good and never coming back. She barely looked up from her book and said, "That's nice, dear." Of course the next day she freaked out but I was already gone.

I have in my possession a note that my little sister gave my mom in Japan in 1968, when she was 8 years old. Apparently Lisa had been begging Mom to put down her book and make dinner, but Mom kept saying, "In a minute! I'm at a really good part." In desperation, Lisa wrote this note:

Dear Mrs. Mama,

Will you please cook dinner?

I'm straving, and I strave easily.


Mom says she cracked up when she got the note and got up to make dinner.

Now whenever someone in our family is very hungry (which is often), they let it be known that they are “straving”. (Direct translation: "Get cookin', Ma!")


  1. HA! I will file that with "No, I can't receive that"

  2. This is Chef Lynn's comment which I'm reposting here:

    OMG I think I just wet my pants I can't stop laughing

    First off love the photo of you guys around the table and Lisa's note Dear Mrs Mama I'm Straving really I am (in a Katherine Hepburn "I carried CataLillies on my wedding day and now I carry them today" voice)... I'm dying I tell ya