It was one of those rare warm summer days in Alameda I was walking home on
Otis Dr., Mr. Monaco watering his lawn lost in his own whistle melody as I
walked by and the Dodge’s pulling their car out of the driveway I came up to
our house. The year is 1963. Dad is going to bar-b-que giving mom some
release ( kind of), Claudia still takes the stairs one step at a time
holding on to the wall, Carolyn, Kathy , Jeanette and I still play out front
( what has 5 s’s and comes on Tuesday night at 8PM?).

Forth of July at the Kelley’s, Bass Lake with the Hunt’s, PG&E picnics,
Camp Britton. Mom with cup of coffee in hand talking on the phone with
Rosie or Lorraine and sometimes, long distance Nancy. Mom making
sandwiches for school in assembly line fashion---5 breads lined up-plop plop
5 fruit 5 scooter pies and drinks. Mom helping me fold papers for my
first paper-route. Cub scout meetings. Dr. and Dentist appointments.
Mom’s right hand was our first seat belt. Mom you’re the best cook!

Every childhood memory involves Mom. She is the nucleus that bonds us
together. Even after I moved to different locations I never felt out of the
loop. Mom or I would call once a week and she would keep me informed on all
family, friend or local happenings. Who needs a newspaper?

I miss you very much. Reading the memorials brings tears to my eyes.
Between 5 of your children ,us all having ½ your gene pool, there is just
no measuring up to you. I think of you often and am happy having you as my
Mother.

LOVE GEORGE