telephone company retiree
Unfortunately, I didn't know her long enough, as she died when I was 3 years old. All I have is a picture of a green-eyed lady. My grandmother and aunts shifted me around between them. My grandmother, an uneducated American Indian, was famous for her sayings for almost everything.
volunteer of the year
I loved my mother dearly, but I was raised by my grandmother. She taught me everything, including helping people, loving people, and a good work ethic. When I was 3 or 4 years old I was helping at the church, where it was instilled in me to always help out.
She was an artist. She would put her easel along the river Rhine in Bonn, where I was raised as a teenager. Within an hour, she would have a beautiful painting showing the hills of the valley as background with the Rhine flowing through. She would sell her paintings right off the easels to passing admirers.
WWII war bride
I remember my mom back home in England with a big smile and loving life. She was always singing. During the war, she would keep a stiff upper lip, especially when she was escorting us down in the dugout during the bombing raids.
volunteer, Culture to Culture Foundation
Back in New York, I was a middle child and my mother's favorite. She died after I got married and was living overseas in China. She was Chinese and didn't speak much English, but she was the best shopper and would get the best things at the lowest prices - a real haggler. She taught me to be honest and thrifty. I miss her.
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