Join us for Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey
We focus on memories of our parents, grandparents and others. We write
for our children and grandchildren, that the memories are not lost over
time. I hope you are keeping a journal, whether it is private or public,
and joining us as we write our memoirs.My mother was a character. She wasn't a warm fuzzy mother but she was into living life to the fullest. She was fiercely independent and proud and she taught me that you should not depend on others to take care of you. You must be self-sufficient in all ways, and make your own way in the world.
A tiny woman, only 5'2" tall, she made up for her lack of height with a feisty attitude. No one would force Mom to back down! When
she was in her mid 50s she decided to retire, sell all her
possessions, buy a Winnebago and travel. She convinced her mother (in
her 70s) and older sister to go with her.
Mom took a mechanics course to
learn how to fix the car they towed behind them. They traveled all
over N. America and Mexico for many years. Mom did all the driving, Lily
(her sister) did the cooking and cleaning. They were even written about
twice in Motor Home Magazines!
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| Mother, Lily and Grandma Ruth traveling in their Winnebago |
When mother was 80 she decided to hike through
Australia with nothing but a pink Barbie backpack. She wanted a hot air
balloon ride for her 80th birthday and was determined to do it in
Australia. So off she went! On her own.
That was the start of 10 years of constant travel. Every year she took one major trip - to S. Africa, to Russia, to China, New Zealand, back to Australia, to Denmark, Sweden, Finland and many other places. In between her big trips she took what she called "little jaunts" - to England, New York, British Columbia, Nova Scotia, Alaska... I can't remember everywhere she went, it seemed she was always off somewhere.
She usually went alone, sometimes she booked a tour, but S. Africa she did on her own which was very worrisome to me. Her last big trip was around age 90 when she and her younger sister went camping in the Australian outback for 2 weeks. Everyone in the group was in their 30s except Mom and her sister.
At age 60 she learned to fly an airplane and was within a few hours of
getting her pilot's license when she stopped the lessons. I don't know
why, Mom would never let on she couldn't do something, but she might
have quit simply because she only took the lessons so she could fly the
ultralight that she and her companion were building!
In her 70s she moved to British Columbia with her companion and they began going on little impulsive adventures. She phoned me once from a highway en route to Alaska. She and Godfrey (her companion) had decided on the spur of the moment to take a pup tent and go to Alaska so off they went.
Another time she phoned from somewhere on the West coast of America, saying she was on her way to the Rose Bowl Parade. She and Godfrey had gone to Tim Horton's for a coffee and over coffee decided to get in the truck and start driving until they reached California. They didn't even go home to pack a toothbrush or clothes, they left from the Coffee Shop.
When she would visit me at my home she'd bring a tent and pitch it in my backyard. I was horrified the first time that happened, and begged her to come inside and sleep in my guest room. She refused, saying she preferred to sleep under the stars. I was very upset and told her the neighbours would think I was a horrible daughter. She smiled, patted my hand and said "Dear, just let me do my own thing"
And that was my mother - doing her own thing until her death at age 93. A character who led an active, full and interesting life!
That was the start of 10 years of constant travel. Every year she took one major trip - to S. Africa, to Russia, to China, New Zealand, back to Australia, to Denmark, Sweden, Finland and many other places. In between her big trips she took what she called "little jaunts" - to England, New York, British Columbia, Nova Scotia, Alaska... I can't remember everywhere she went, it seemed she was always off somewhere.
She usually went alone, sometimes she booked a tour, but S. Africa she did on her own which was very worrisome to me. Her last big trip was around age 90 when she and her younger sister went camping in the Australian outback for 2 weeks. Everyone in the group was in their 30s except Mom and her sister.
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| Godfrey, Mother & UltraLight |
In her 70s she moved to British Columbia with her companion and they began going on little impulsive adventures. She phoned me once from a highway en route to Alaska. She and Godfrey (her companion) had decided on the spur of the moment to take a pup tent and go to Alaska so off they went.
Another time she phoned from somewhere on the West coast of America, saying she was on her way to the Rose Bowl Parade. She and Godfrey had gone to Tim Horton's for a coffee and over coffee decided to get in the truck and start driving until they reached California. They didn't even go home to pack a toothbrush or clothes, they left from the Coffee Shop.
When she would visit me at my home she'd bring a tent and pitch it in my backyard. I was horrified the first time that happened, and begged her to come inside and sleep in my guest room. She refused, saying she preferred to sleep under the stars. I was very upset and told her the neighbours would think I was a horrible daughter. She smiled, patted my hand and said "Dear, just let me do my own thing"
And that was my mother - doing her own thing until her death at age 93. A character who led an active, full and interesting life!



















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