Mother’s Day Sunday morning usually came with breakfast in bed. Mother’s Day 1989 for the Goff family was a different story.
There was no breakfast in bed that day. Instead, Mom was served a muffin on the fold-out table between the front seats of the much-anticipated Ford Club Wagon, full-size van our family had purchased that weekend. It was affectionately called Seymour (see-more) because you could “see more” when riding in it. The inspiration for the name came when Chrystal was sitting on dad’s shoulders when we took the van to Avery Island and the Tabasco factory the following weekend.
Mom loved that van and mourned the day they sold it. Yes, it was only a material possession, but it represented thousands of miles of family road trips, cargo space that held loads of dirty laundry after camp or groceries bought in bulk for church activities, bench seats for giggling girls headed to slumber parties, and leg room for their four growing girls.
So, on this Throwback Thursday, I’ll send a shout-out to Seymour in honor of my mom and thank her for the many miles she drove to bless us and others with our van.