Mike Lynch Cartoons: Remembering My Mother


When I very first began this blog, I wasn’t sure about posting Every thing. I indicate, I would submit about cartooning for absolutely sure. And then I posted about my yard. And occasionally a lot more personal points. This is one of these situations. Nicely, genuinely, the most particular.


My Mom died at the age of 85 on Might 26, 2022. By a fortuitous quirk of destiny, I had just been out there to visit the 7 days in advance of. The memorial for her was this previous weekend. My sister, Penny, gave a speech, and then I spoke. Here’s what I said:

Thank you for coming. Thank you, Penny, for arranging this.

I am Barbara’s son, Mike.

Like all of you, I wish she was right here.

It was pretty handy to listen to that you nonetheless have points that you’d like
to explain to your mother, our Gramma. I reside in a different point out and didn’t get
to see Mother extremely generally, but we frequently talked on the telephone. 

Quite a few periods a day I assume of some thing I would like to explain to Mother about. Issues like this:

a 7 days right after she passed, I was driving in our city of Milton, NH and I
observed an eagle pluck a incredibly amazed minimal fish out of the lake and fly
above the car.

We typically talked about mother nature, birds, flowers, our yard…and I know she would have liked listening to about the bald eagle.

Speaking of hearing …

In this article are some expressions of Mom’s I will skip listening to:

Michael! Really don’t egg on your sister! 

get way too close to the edge
. We made use of to get tenting vacations when Penny
and I were youthful and we were blessed plenty of to go to tons of countrywide
parks and wonderful tenting regions. But these camps came with peril:
there was often a cliff edge or steep hill that one particular untrue action may possibly
mail us toppling in excess of. The good thing is, Mother was generally on check out and we’re both
right here to convey to the tale – but I continue to fret about having also near to the

I am going to shoot you with my big unwanted fat knife.
This expression originated from her mom, my Grandma Powell, and was
utilised as a severe admonition to youthful Barbara. Check out as Mom could while,
she could not say it with out cracking herself up, since it produced no

Junky lunch. Junky lunch was a quicky,
no-cook dinner lunch involving regardless of what chilly cuts, veggies and potato chips
ended up available, organized artistically in the form of a experience. We loved

I uncovered a lot staying lifted by Mom. Here are two lessons I want to share:

I was a minor kid, I drew on the wall and obtained in difficulties. Equally of us, Mother and me, scrubbed the wall clean. She told me later on that she recognized
the wall IS a really good location to draw: it is really massive and clean. So, Mom
purchased a roll of shelf paper and taped it to the floor so I could draw
on it. Sometimes we would tape a pretty lengthy piece of this white shelf
paper in the breezeway and I would have a “drawing social gathering” with my
friends. Mom understood how essential drawing was to me and she designed it

Later on, when I
was in 4th quality, I had to learn my periods tables. I explained to my mom I
couldn’t do it. She did not take that. She went around and above the
moments tables with me. There was no escaping the periods tables at my house
when I was in the 4th quality. She would adhere her head in my bed room
door: “4 moments six!” “Oh, Mother! It really is 24!” The future working day, we would be in
the grocery retail store:  “6 instances 8!” and I would whine but inevitably
say “48.”

I considered it was not possible. But
with persistence, and Mom’s constant grilling me the times tables, I
realized it was NOT extremely hard. I could do matters I did not think I could.

Mom confirmed me how to see points in new means. Not just feasible, but with really hard perform, possible.

for right now, I identify with that minor fish plucked out of the lake —
wanting all close to — perplexed and bewildered because my entire world is
suddenly unique.


I like you Mother.


From the Dickens Funeral Home internet site:

Barbara F. Crow (nee Powell), 85, extended time Bay Village resident,
died May well 26, 2022.  She was born December 19, 1936 in Hastings, MI.
 Barbara retired as a pc subject technician from NASA.  She was a
member of John Knox Presbyterian Church, North Olmsted and was energetic
in just the Bay Village Senior Center.  She enjoyed bird observing, old
videos and traveling with her partner, Walter.


Barbara is survived by her daughter, Penny (Steve Ouellette) Lynch of
Elyria son, Michael Dennis (Stacy) Lynch, Milton, NH phase small children,
Christy, Barb, Brian and Debbie a sister, Judy Chilson and 2


She was preceded in death by her husband Walter in 2014 and dad and mom, Charles and Virginia (nee Coleman) Powell.


A memorial assistance will be Saturday, August 13, 2022 at 11:00 am at
John Knox Presbyterian Church, 25200 Lorain Highway, North Olmsted 44070.
 Burial will be in Lakewood Park Cemetery, Rocky River.


In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may well be made to Medical doctors Without Borders. 

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