- Family is strength. You draw upon each other for comfort and support, even if you're telling them something you know they don't want to hear. You don't forsake each other, you hold each other up, or there's a whoopin' with your name on it. That is how you survive this life.
- Respect is not an option. Mamaw taught her children that respect was demanded. Respect your parents, your peers and your elders. This may mean pulling over to the side of the road when a funeral procession passes you, or it may mean setting the table at your parent's house before dinner when you're 27 years old. It's just what you do.
- Be who you are. No one ever had a doubt about who Mamaw was. She was the same person to a Baptist Preacher as she was to a cashier at a store. You may not have liked what she had to say, but she never balked or tried to hide who she was. She lived to her last day true to her heart.
- Be brave. I imagine over 79 years that my Mamaw had been involved in a multitude of situations that tested her bravery. She would never back down, she never gave up. Sometimes to the confusion of others, but she was a lioness, and young or old, she fought to protect.
- Stand in faith. Towards the end my Mamaw said, "Open the gates and let me in." She was ready to go home. She believed in God and was unmoving in her faith. Her sense of right and wrong, her identity as a woman, a mother, and a wife came from faith. It has to be something that is important.
- Expect the best from others. Notice I didn't say "hope for" or "believe in." I absolutely mean "expect." When children talk back to their parents with no consequences, when men don't keep their word, when women aren't willing to work... these are things that should cause shame. I'd like to think my Mamaw would grab that disobedient child and put the fear of God in him/her. I think she would go up to a lying man and tell him he should be ashamed, and I think she would work right next to a lazy woman just to make sure she did the work right.
This magazine was printed on the day she was born, I thought it was neat that it had the full date. The art on the cover is beautiful.
Dedicated in loving memory to Betty Jo Ray Efflandt (1932 - 2012)


