November 13

5C and part clear.
Our internet connection keeps going off line. I do the "unplug and wait for 3 minutes" thing and we're back on, but it seems to be happening every day. I don't know if it's the modem or the router. Last night it caused netflix to quit as well.
Lots of rain yesterday and cool. Have turned the gas on as the house was getting a bit too cool.
Lots of leaves down and unfortunately no wind to blow them down the street. :>). I guess I'll have to get out the blower then suck them up with the mulcher.
Will go to short mat bowling this pm, have to get back into the groove!

I found the following piece in one of my files, I had forgotten I had written it, but now that I have found it, I will endeavor to add more.
Here is what is done so far.

I am going to write a “new generation” of family history and extensions to my “People Remembered” pages.  I have already added a footnote to what I wrote about my Dad – its not the stories themselves that are so important – they are entertainment or a medium perhaps that allows us to remember.  Elsewhere I have commented on immortality, by remembering, talking and being reminded by a photo on the wall we are not only remembering but we are empowering immortality.

My mother was still alive when I started writing all those things in 1993. She died in 1998.  I have been on sort of a respite from history writing as such, doing genealogy has been a reasonable substitute.  But lately I have felt the need to write something, so here I start again.

My Mom:

Where do I start,  I was an only child, she remained at home all the years I was a child and after my Dad died  she kept close to where ever I was living. 

I guess one of the things that I was very slow to realize was that she really was special.  Of course because she was my mother, she was special to me, but I never understood till later how special she was to others and how she was actually a very wise person.  Much of her personality and her approach to life was “low key” and her strength seldom faltered.

She had the ability to really listen, not just with her ears but with her heart and because of that she was a harbour for others. I choose the word harbour because as I quoted in Harbour Musings harbor, harbour – 1. A place of security and comfort; a refuge.  2. A portion of a body of water so protected as to be a place of safety for vessels; a port or haven.

Websters Dictionary.

#1 fitted my mother very well.

My father died just before his sixtieth birthday, at that time my mother was fifty-four. She grieved  but never faltered, making her way quietly, wisely and alone. Later not so much alone as she choose to live near us and in retrospect it was a repeat of my grandmother’s life as she followed my parents to different communities. Neither of them demanding anything but just being close and available if needed for body or spirit.