In the last few months I have written on my blog about being at my mom’s house, shared her old recipes, photos of her roses, and walks around the neighborhood where I grew up. I was there to help take care of her as she could no longer stay in her home by herself. Although you did not know her, it seems appropriate to share that she has passed away. It was fortunate for her that she was able to stay in her house that she had lived in for 60 years, and fortunate for me that I had this time with her these last few months.
She grew up in Minnesota, probably the coldest state each winter, so when she and my dad moved to a southern California beach town in the 1950’s she was in paradise. This is a photo of her with my brother at the beach near their apartment at the time. She fit right in, looking like a Hollywood movie star. Those are my cousins in the back.
She would draw pictures with me when I was a child. She was especially good at cartoons.
In her later years, she and my dad loved to ride bicycles, and participated in group bicycling events.
Probably her biggest love was watching the Los Angeles Dodgers Baseball games on TV. In general, she loved baseball. Here she is at the National Baseball Museum in New York.
Look for joy in each day.