A good wife is the crown of her husband…
[The] experiences [to date as outlined the past two weeks] set the stage for our time in Ohio. We both got involved at St. Ignatius Parish. We were able to enroll Dee in Cardinal Stritch and Scott, Nicolle and Jonathan at Altar. With the help of Sister Geraldine, Nicolle and Jonathan received First Communion. Scott graduated to Stritch and Cole and Jay went to St. Jerome’s after Altar closed.
Mom was introduced to Father Bob Armstrong, whose salty demeanor and true love of the poor and homeless led to a ministry of her own among the homeless. She was collaborating with Angie Barrett on a book about Toledo’s homeless when we moved. I know she regretted never finishing that book.
Life was good … relaxing in the pool on hot, humid days … enjoying the crackling fire on wintry nights and lazy afternoons … going down to the waterfront … playing cards on the front porch.
There wasn’t anything about that house Mom did not like. She loved the kitchen with plenty of room and plenty of cupboards and a snack counter for breakfasts or lunches. The formal dining room was picture perfect. The family room was one of her favorites and she would often just go in there to read, pulling the pocket doors. The back stairs offered a quick way to the kitchen in the morning for coffee. The stained glass window at the turn of the front stairs, often caught the setting sun just right for a slice of heaven.
To be continued …
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. – Dr. Seuss