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Here’s to a Remarkable Lady

August 17, 2015 By Linda H. Todd 8 Comments

Linda Hebert Todd - Author, Westlake, LA

Nannie Locke Bostick Hebert

The phone rang in the Bostick house and my granddaddy answered. “Bobbie? There’s no one here by that name.”

My mother ran into the room. “It’s for me. It’s for me,” she said, and took the phone out of his hand. “Oh, that was my father,” she continued into the phone. “He was just kidding around.”

Now I don’t know if that’s how it really went down, because I wasn’t around when it happened. I wasn’t even born yet. My mother was in Junior High at Central School in Lake Charles, but we heard that story many times as we were growing up.

Her real name was Nannie Locke Bostick and everyone in her family called her Nannie Locke. When she started school at Central she told them her name was Bobbie Bostick. She went through school and her life in Louisiana as Bobbie. My dad called her Bob until the day he died. To her family at home and relatives in her native Texas she was Nannie Locke—always with the middle name.

She never held a job outside the home, so I suppose the gals in the power suits of today would bemoan her fate. However, she did earn some money for one day’s work.

When Daddy was playing for the San Diego Padres, he and his teammates got to be friends with Joe E. Brown, the actor, who came to every home game. Brown made a movie—”Alibi Ike”—and wanted the Padres to be extras, since it was about baseball. They also needed some extras for shots of the stands, so they hired a few of the wives for a day. Mama and her friend, Fay, were two of them. They were paid the standard wage for extras and given a nice lunch.

My mother was always there for us and woe betide anyone who did anything to one of us. She hauled us to ball games and school dances, worked as a room mother, helped out at school plays and such. She worked as hard as any power suit today. Have you ever ironed a cotton four-yard skirt?

Ask anyone who ever had the privilege of eating one of her blackberry cobblers or mince meat pie or cherry pie if they ever forgot it. They’ll all say no. We tried our best to duplicate it, but she didn’t use a recipe and none of us—my sister or my sisters-in-law—ever got the hang of it.

So here’s to a remarkable lady. She reared five kids who turned out okay and who still miss her, especially at Christmastime and the mince meat pie.

Post Script:

My sister, Hillene, has a new nickname thanks to Nannie/Bobbie. Hillene was in charge of medications as Mama aged, and is now known as the Pill Nazi.

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  1. Mollie says

    August 18, 2015 at 4:44 pm

    Love this!!

    Reply
    • Katy says

      August 18, 2015 at 6:16 pm

      I love your stories Mama!

      Reply
  2. Micki Todd says

    August 18, 2015 at 11:26 pm

    I love it! Miss my grandma!

    Reply
  3. Mike Walker says

    August 19, 2015 at 10:10 pm

    I remember her but as Mrs. Hebert. I ate more than one Sunday meal at her house.

    Reply
    • Linda H. Todd says

      August 19, 2015 at 11:20 pm

      Hope you got to eat one of her berry cobblers.
      Linda

      Reply
  4. Rodger Phelps says

    August 20, 2015 at 9:22 pm

    Linda,

    I love reading your writing about your mom and dad. They were such wonderful people. I cherish the Sunday afternoons at the Hebert’s.

    Reply
    • Linda H. Todd says

      August 21, 2015 at 12:23 am

      Thanks, Rodger. Those were the good old days.

      Reply
  5. Hillene says

    August 21, 2015 at 12:54 am

    Great memories. I miss them too. Keep trying to find a cobbler like moms. Cracker barrel has catfish like dads. Remember moms sneaky way to get daddy to fry the catfish fillies, spam was the secret name. Really enjoying the blog

    Reply

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