Remembering my Mom

Today would have been my Mom’s 85th birthday. She was born in the early 1920s at home on a small farm in the town of Roccanville, Saskatchewan. My Mother and her brother were raised by a very loving Mother and Father but without the conveniances of running water and electricity in their home. She was a petite hazel-eyed blonde that never wore more than a size 4 in her entire life. She came to the US during WWII to work for the British Government in Washington D.C. There she met and married my Dad. She had both my brother and me late in life for that era. That was largely due to the fact that my parents were waiting until my Dad finished his Ph.D. before starting a family. My Mom was an amazing woman. There was nothing my Mom couldn’t do. She made (YES MADE) a couch while she was pregnant with my brother. We used that couch in our living room for many years. She had never gone to college and decided to go to college when my brother and I were in elementary school. This was in the mid sixties and she was one of the few “older” women attending college at that time. She graduated college with a 4.0 and then went on to get her Masters Degree. She was the kind of woman who could bake the best loaf of bread you ever tasted and then go out in the backyard and lay brick. She loved being a Grandmother and was a like a second Mom to my children. She took them to their little league games, piano lessons and orthodontics appointments. After her retirement she spent a lot of time volunteering for Planned Parenthood, Older woman’s league, literacy programs and feeding the homeless. She ran a 5 or 7K (I can’t remember which) when she was 70 years old. She came in first!!! Although I have to add that she was the only woman running in her age category. She was an inspiration to everyone who knew her. A day doesn’t go by that we don’t miss her.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!