Mother and I a couple years ago
Today
we honor our mother’s that gave us life and spending hours sacrificing their
time caring for us. Currently I am taking care of my mother as she is now
ninety-six years old. She is pretty good shape for her age though she does
forget things and time once in a while however as many of us are in middle age
ourselves we can understand about forgetting something. I am thankful that
mother doesn’t have dementia or any other illness that would be difficult to
work with right now. I admire those who take care of one or both of their
parents especially when in very bad health. I pray that you are able to get
through the tough times seeing your parents the way they are instead of what
you remember.
My
mother like many her age has a story to tell. She grew up in Edmonton, Alberta
Canada during the depression when things were not easy. She started college at
seventeen. Her birthday landed on the last day she could enter the college. In
those days you had to be seventeen go to college. If her birthday would have
been the next day she had to wait another year go to college.
Another
thing is that college education for a woman was not on the same level as it is
now. Her father didn’t think it would get a woman to get ahead by going to
college. It was her mother that college would help her to succeed.
My
mother went to University of Alberta in Edmonton so she was able to live at
home and walk to college. It was the depression so money was hard to come by for
college. Her eldest brother Bob helped by paying her first year of college.
Mother majored and graduated in French and minored in German. When she finished
college World War 2 was happening. She received a call from the Canadian
government about having a job in censoring. Other words she read the mail of
the prisoners of war who came to Canada. When the war was over so was the job.
Her
next adventure sent her to work at the Canadian embassy in Paris, France where
she spent two years. She married her first husband who became the
father of my sister. This is where it is a bit funny or unusual she married and
came to the USA as a French bride although she was Canadian. She had my sister
not long after arriving in Seattle, Washington. The marriage to my sister’s
father only lasted a few years and because of issues in his life my mother and he
divorced.
In
a short period of time my mother than met my father and then they married. They
had my older shortly thereafter than me a year and half later and then my
younger brother two and half years later. I can’t imagine having to raise three
boys along with my sister. Also my
father’s parents lived with them when they moved to Gig Harbor. Before getting
married my dad was living in Tacoma. My dad’s mother died when I was thirteen
months old so they still had grandfather living with us. He passed away when I
was nine.
When
my younger brother Jack entered school mother and father decided that she would
go back to school to get her certificate to teach. My father had a drapery business but they
didn’t want to rely totally on his income. So after getting her certificate at
University of Puget Sound in Tacoma she started her career as a teacher. After
one year at Jason Lee Junior High she went on to Wilson High School where she
taught primarily French however depending on how many students were taking
either French or German she taught some German as well. She taught at Wilson
High School for twenty years and then retired.
For a few of the last years at Wilson she was the girl’s swim coach.
They were in need of a swim coach and she was a swimmer at college too. Her age
now she has been retired longer than she taught.
Like
I say she has had an interesting life. Of course it is not over yet. She
continues to have a fruitful life playing bridge a couple times a month and
belonging to a book group as well. Also is a member of a couple other groups as
well. The activities keep her mind going along with having a good social life
that includes still going to church.
So
today is such a great day for us all to honor our mother’s for the sacrifices
they did for us. Happy Mother’s Day to you all wonderful women.
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