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Bobbie Pingaro

July 13, 1935 - February 3, 2013
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Bobbie Jo Pingaro went to be with our Lord and with her loving husband of fifty-eight years, Louis, and cherished son, Mark, on Sunday, February 3, 2013. Bobbie was the daughter of Len and Edna Whitis of Killeen, Texas. She was born on July 13, 1935, in Killeen, Texas, and graduated from Killeen High School. She met her husband, Louis, in Fort Hood, Texas. They were married in 1954, in Cambridge, Massachusetts and later settled in Taft, Texas, where they raised three children. In addition to being a full-time mother, Bobbie held several positions with local firms, including F-W Drilling Company, but is most fondly remembered as a substitute school teacher within the Taft ISD for many years. Among Bobbie’s joys in life were sewing, cooking, sharing recipes, being involved in her children’s school activities, being a grandmother, substitute teaching and staying in touch with friends via her computer. She especially enjoyed her teaching and volunteer work with the Taft ISD and took special interest in her students, many of whom remember her fondly today. Bobbie was a generous, selfless, loving and devoted wife, mother and grandmother, loved dearly by her family. She was a “neighborhood mom” loved and cherished by so many. Bobbie was the original author of the article, ‘The Meanest Mother’ which she wrote in 1967. It was first published in Our Sunday Visitor, a Catholic weekly newsletter and again in Guideposts, a magazine by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. To this day,...
Bobbie Jo Pingaro went to be with our Lord and with her loving husband of fifty-eight years, Louis, and cherished son, Mark, on Sunday, February 3, 2013. Bobbie was the daughter of Len and Edna Whitis of Killeen, Texas. She was born on July 13, 1935, in Killeen, Texas, and graduated from Killeen High School. She met her husband, Louis, in Fort Hood, Texas. They were married in 1954, in Cambridge, Massachusetts and later settled in Taft, Texas, where they raised three children. In addition to being a full-time mother, Bobbie held several positions with local firms, including F-W Drilling Company, but is most fondly remembered as a substitute school teacher within the Taft ISD for many years.

Among Bobbie’s joys in life were sewing, cooking, sharing recipes, being involved in her children’s school activities, being a grandmother, substitute teaching and staying in touch with friends via her computer. She especially enjoyed her teaching and volunteer work with the Taft ISD and took special interest in her students, many of whom remember her fondly today. Bobbie was a generous, selfless, loving and devoted wife, mother and grandmother, loved dearly by her family. She was a “neighborhood mom” loved and cherished by so many.

Bobbie was the original author of the article, ‘The Meanest Mother’ which she wrote in 1967. It was first published in Our Sunday Visitor, a Catholic weekly newsletter and again in Guideposts, a magazine by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. To this day, the article continues to be published widely, especially on Mother’s Day, and she still received notes and accolades from people all over the world who are touched by it.

Bobbie was preceded in death by her husband, Louis, one week prior and her son, Mark Andrew Pingaro, in 2011.
She is survived by two children, Linda (Mark) Scalf of Grand Prairie, Texas, and Michelle (Phil) Bidwell of Delray Beach, Florida. Bobbie is also survived by four grandchildren: Jacqueline Scalf of New Braunfels, Texas, Lindsey and Anthony Pingaro and April Bidwell all of Dallas, Texas; brother, Weldon Whitis and sister, Dorothy Ashworth and extended family in the Killeen/Belton/Temple area. The family will be receiving friends on Saturday, February 9, 2013, at Holy Family Catholic Church Parish Hall from 12:00 noon until service time. Funeral Service will be held Saturday, February 9, 2013, at 1:15 p.m. at Holy Family Catholic Church in Taft. Burial will follow at The Palms Memorial Gardens, Portland. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to a charity of choice. Arrangements are entrusted to Colonial Funeral Home, Taft.

"The Meanest Mother"

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.
But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.
By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

Written by Bobbie Pingaro

"Michelle, Linda & families, I just wanted you all to know how deeply sorry I am about the loss of your parents. They were great people. Your Mom was my sons..." Cheryl Longwell (Taft, TX)

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