Archive for the ‘My Mother’ Category
Mom may have given up a lot, when we all moved from High Prairie to Edmonton, such as working with Dad, and being active in the town, but I think in some ways, she managed to find an outlet.
One of my earliest memories, is the Haddash Baazar. Mom was very active in it, and come …
How often have we heard older people refer to “Back in the Good Old Days” ? Endless amount of times, I’d bet, and yet, maybe in some sense, they truly were good.
David and I went shopping for Mom yesterday, to Zellers. She needed a new housecoat and a couple of night gowns, so we figured, …
One of the most potent memories I have, of growing up with Mom & Dad, is how nothing seemed hidden from me. It didn’t matter how old I was either, they always included me in their discussions, their choices too.
Sitting back, right now, while Mom takes a rest on her bed, I can’t seem to …
Some of my most vivid memories, are coming home from School. It didn’t matter if it was elementary school, or junior high. Everytime I came home, Mom was there waiting. Rarely was the house empty, and I wonder, how that all got lost in today’s frentic paced world?
I know, economics makes it sometimes impossible, but …
One of my fondest memories of my childhood, was that usually on Friday nights, my aunt and uncle would pop over, and we’d all go out. Nothing fancy, but we’d try out the new restaurants that had opened, or simplyh one we hadn’t been to yet.
Not all were good, in fact most were either just …
Maybe I spend too much time looking back, on the life I have had, with my parents.
I mean for the last 11 years, I have lived at home with the two of them. It started off because of an infection I got in my leg, but then turned into looking after them, due to their …
Our family moved to Edmonton, Alberta, when I was just five years old. The reason wasn’t that they sought better pastures, but that they felt I needed a good Jewish education, which wasn’t available in the small town we lived at.
High Prairie, Alberta, was not a hub of Jewish families, so Dad sold his store …
Talk about an interesting combination. My father was one who dreamed of things, of doing more than perhaps he did, while Mother was the practicle one in the family. She ran the budget, and yet never seemed to daunt Dad’s dreaming. She supported him, in a way I am jealous of. I wish David would …
Read MoreAt times it is cute, other times it is just plain frustrating.
Mom has a habit, when talking about what to do, to stay healthy, she has a standard retort. It is:
I have never been 92 before.
For the most part, it is cute. I mean, it is like she is trying to find a right way …
