"My mother was a lady."
That's how I began the eulogy for my mom, who died ten years ago today.
|Summer delights at the lake!|
My mother Ruth, her brother Bill, parents Walter and Margaret Davison,
|Front row, second from left...|
|Dating my father, John Gillies Rennie|
(known at that time as Gill)
|Mummy and me - York Beach Maine|
Summer of 1956
|Mom and me - Cochrane, Alberta|
Margaret Ruth Davison Rennie Daniel
June 8, 1916 - January 21, 2004
"Cola Bottle" (she had a 17" waist -- no corset! -- in her teens)
Mrs. John Rennie
Mrs. Reg Daniel
"Don't take yourself so seriously."
"Make sure you marry a man at least as intelligent as you are,
or you'll be bored."
"Then another cow flew by."
"You have to eat a peck of dirt before you die."
"You could fall in the bathtub on a bar of soap."
"I'm a recipe cook and a pattern sewer."
"For goodness' sake, find something to DO!"
"I have eyes in the back of my head..."
"Just a minute! I only have two hands!"
"Just wait till you have children of your own!"
"Anything to keep the peace."
She variously taught us how to
make our beds, do the dishes, set a full table, eat with the correct utensils, make a decent pie crust, cook a roast, iron a man's long-sleeved shirt, iron table linens, use a wringer washer, hang laundry on a line, fold sheets and towels correctly, dust, wrap gifts, bake and frost a cake, read, swim, knit, embroider, sew garments, polish shoes, write thank-you notes, shake hands firmly, and stand up straight.
She relished "skinny dipping"; a sun-porch or living room full of her children and their friends; scotch on the rocks; Revlon's "Love that Red!" lipstick; a full breakfast; rum hard sauce on her Christmas plumb pudding and 'fiery' tomato relish on her tortiere; fishing from a boat or through the ice with Dad (Reg); knitting for her children, grandchildren and charity; keeping in touch with her closest friends and family, reading 'good' novels; dancing with her husbands; the love of a series of mutts (dogs); sitting in the sunshine; ice cream; long camping trips, seeing the sights of North America; the mist of Niagara on her face...
A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go. ~Author Unknown
Hug you, Mom.