Showing posts from March, 2010

No Grass Grows Under Their Feet

It is just like them. I thought that I would have one of my three aunts give me their impressions of my mother and of her other two sisters. I have called each of them today. All I get are their answering machines. My aunts are on the dark side of eighty. (The picture have posted is several years old.) They are active, engaged, and need social secretaries. They have the common and sometimes the not so common challenges of aging, but they keep moving. Each of them kept moving through their lives powered by their own passions,while following their callings. Let me explain. Mary, my mom, was a full-time homemaker and mother of six children. Don't yawn! She touched every heart and soul she met. She filled every stomach. She taught me how to: devour a book, cook, entertain, and bake. She introduced me to Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddie, Lerner and Lowe musicals, 10 p.m. Saturday Night movies and so much more. There are several blogs planned focusing on Mary. My mom has left this ea

Women's History Month 2010

Decades have passed and even though I praised these women and honored them often, it is time to place them in cyberspace. These four women are remarkable. They are sisters born before World War II of an industrious immigrant mother. Each followed a path different within the confines of the society that they were living. Yet, each were able to break the mold expected of them. Each were able to strike out and make their own imprint in the lives of their children, friends, and communities. So during this Women's History Month, I would like to blog about what I learned from each of them. Follow me as I tell you about my observations as seen through the eyes of someone growing up watching ordinary women living extraordinary lives.