This Mother’s Day the Anchor staff would like to offer a special tribute to the women in our lives who undoubtedly act as part-time undercover superheroes. Please enjoy.
“There isn’t a single person in this world who believes in me more than my mom. She was the supporter and enabler of all my strongest interests that turned into lifelong passions: sketching, violin lessons and programs from childhood through college, home grown science experiments that including dissecting slimy creepy insects and rodents, and eventually helping purchase my first DSLR camera to fuel a love for journalism. She has always put her family and friends before herself, always sacrificed her own opportunities and happiness for others. She loves spending time at the waterfront, cruising around in her beetle convertible soaking up sun, all you can eat crab legs, very raw meat, and 50’s style doo-wop music.
Happy Mother’s Day, Angie Browder Williams!”
“My mother is the woman who, in an effort to protect my young mind from corruption, told me Jim Croce, in the classic “Bad Bad Leroy
Brown,” said “baddest man in the whole down town.” I believed that until I was in high school. Nicely done, Mom. Mom brought up three kids on her own starting when I was 7, and no one could have done it better. I doubt that even now I can understand how hard she worked. She taught me many things, but maybe most important to love books. Thank you for everything, Mom!”
“My mom is amazing because as a single mother she has worked hard and made sacrifices so that I can go to college. Without her I would not be a student at USC and would not be able to go abroad next year with the International Business program. She is the best support system I could ask for. This picture was taken at Hilton Head Island. We go there every year for Thanksgiving with her family.”
“When I was about 10 years old, my New Jersey-based family was on vacation down in Charleston. We decided to start our weekend off with a horse-drawn carriage tour of the town, but not before my mother had to use the restroom. When she shut the door, the tour staff informed my family that our mother would be the last to ever use that bathroom (they were closing it for renovations), and began preparing for an impromptu celebration. When Cathy Cloney re-emerged from the house of the porcelain throne, she was greeted with pleasantries fit for royalty. I’m not joking about this: the tour staff bestowed upon my mother a golden plunger, and a sash that read “Queen of the Royal Flush.”
While the specific title isn’t exactly the most flattering thing in the world, the basic sentiment is absolutely true. My mother deserves to be treated like a queen. I will never be able to describe what she means to me, how much she has shaped my life. Without her, I probably would not have survived middle school, high school, the college application and decision process, you name it. I am the person I am today because of Cathy Cloney. On this Mother’s Day, I salute her in the best way I know how: with a sappy message and a nostalgic photo. Have a great day, Mom. I look forward to seeing you soon.”