Her Final Home {chronicle}


Three years after her passing into the presence of our LORD and Saviour Jesus Christ, it is easier to remember my mother before the dementia took her. My prayer is for you, dear reader, to find peace in knowing Him as your Saviour too.

the silver of His fining

My mother, who suffered with Alzheimers for the past decade or so, entered Her Final Homeon March 10, 2015.  She would have turned 95 in May.  Since she and I both love(d) history, I thought I’d share some of hers with you, and file it in the {chronicle} category.

My mother was born, the third daughter, in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia, Canada.  The year she turned three her father came to the States to work, as many Nova Scotians did in the early 20th century, between the world wars.

As my mother told it, one man would come, find a job, send for his family, and when the next job came available, send for the next man, and the process continued thus.  My grandfather came in April of 1923, and sent for his family in July.

My grandmother and the three little girls came from Nova Scotia to Boston…

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