Mother’s Day

Kage Baker spent most Mother’s Days for the last 30 years at Renaissance Faires – as did I. We had art to make, and understanding parents.

At Faire, everyone ran about urging customers to buy pretties for their own mums. Standard selling practice – hawk your goods to the holiday-smitten children, and many lucky moms will go home with freshwater pearls or bottles of flower esssences, or at least a garland in their hair. Faire people gave flowers to various of our own who were known as especially beloved or competent mothers. Women who did Faire in family units – like most of the ladies in my group – got special Mom-gets-breakfast-in-sleeping-bag mornings from small beaming children half in costume and proudly bearing the treats on wooden platters. Happy Faire matrons wore flowers in their caps and bosoms all day.

Some years we had major group breakfasts before Opening, in the Inn Yard, cooking over the fire pit: scrambled eggs, metric tons of bacon, drop bicuits – famous breakfasts, those were. They were mainly for and by my own people, the Guild of St. Albans that ran the Inn; but we took in a lot of strays. And we fed them, too. It was an obligation I learned from my own mother – if you’re going to run a Great House, you take in the hungry and see to it they eat.

Mother’s Day was a big day for that custom. But, we were at Faire, not at home … so sometime during the day, there would be clandestine phone calls by most of us to our own, real mothers, to assure them that their most peculiar offspring – us – did really love them and would be by for dinner just as soon as possible …

Mamma was in the arts, and a daughter of an industry family – people were always missing holidays due to locations or performance times or tours. So we were always forgiven. As long as we eventually showed up … Momma had a wonderful collection of pink and silver glass from her favourite booth at Faire: she got so much of it over the years that she had a favourite.

And today, they are probably doing all that out there at Faire. And I hope they are having a wonderful time. Momma is long gone, and neither Kage nor I had children of our bodies. I am a little out of the loop this past year.

But I took my sister Kimberly to a Farmers Market early, early this morning, where we got fresh bread and strawberries and rhubarb preserves and carrots and cherries – wonderful treasures! And then we went to see Thor at the Vista Theatre in Silverlake: where they the best popcorn in Los Angeles (Real butter! Free refills!), and the manager dresses in costumes for special events. Today, the Manager of 1,000 Faces had grown a beard and bleached it golden blonde, and was dressed head to toe as The Mighty Thor. It was grand.

I hope yours was too, Dear Readers.

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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11 Responses to Mother’s Day

  1. Kathy Malloy says:

    It was a good day for me. There were flowers from my sweetie, and both the Bard and the Viking came to breakfast. I made the homemade cornmeal cherry pancakes, but Rob flipped them and superintended the mango sausage for brunch. And everyone watched Tangled (the movie) with me. Great animation and some great songs, too. It’s nice to have a day in the testosterhome where people play what I wanna play!

    • Kate says:

      Oh, goodie, I’m glad it was nice! It was lovely here, too – lots of movie fun, Chinese food, and cherry pie for dessert. Much laughter and family good times.

  2. Michael Young says:

    As one of the “strays” to a mother of choice hope you had a grand time.
    I read this blog every day and sometimes after reading it I can almost smell the dust and hay bales. Those weekends spent at faire are some of my favorite times. Glad you both were part of it

    Happy Mothers Day.

    • Kate says:

      Thank you, Mr. Young. I did have a nice day. And you were and are most definitely part of my House, wherever it rises.

  3. The Lord of Misrule says:

    My Mom is on her usual place on the top most shelf in our living room ( and NOT in the parlour at the Cow Palace) and I might very well watch one of her favorite movies (“The African Queen”) in rememberance.

    • Kate says:

      Tom – please give your dear mother a wave “hello” from me. She was a nice lady. I bought a loaf of shepherd-style bread today, thinking of her and that good stuff she used to make.

      And Kage is still keeping me company on top of the desk. I will be going to POTC IV on its Opening Day, in her honour.

      • The Lord of Misrule says:

        Ooooh, Opening day! I’m envious! I fear that, living in relative isolation as I do, the thought of going on opening day fills me with dread but I am looking forwards to this and will probably go sometime during the first week. 3-D and IMAX don’t really mean that much to me so I’ll “settle” for a regular theatre.
        Look forwards to your thoughts on the film

  4. Leslie says:

    Thank you for reminding me of the fair today. My boys took me to dinner and to see Thor as well. I had a terrific time. we stayed through the credits to see the next film teaser….looks good. My love to you and yours. I miss the fair and all
    Of you.

  5. Kate says:

    Tom – I always choose 2-D – though sometimes, it is hard to find a theatre showing it lately. But 3-D gives me a headache, and I shudder to imagine what shipboard scenes would be like in it. Sit-down DIY motion sickness, I suspect – and I am not so far into pirate life that I want to be seasick while I watch.

    • The Lord of Misrule says:

      Y’know, this may all be a moot point anyway ’cause the world’s supposed to end right about that time. (The 21st, I think.)

      Hmmm. Maybe I should go on opening night after all.

  6. Kate says:

    Tom – apparently what is scheduled for May 21st is The Rapture. Being fairly sure I am not on that guest list, I intend to party in a soothingly empty world when all the buzzing Chosen leave … should make for shorter lines at the theatre, too.

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