I’ve become good friends with many of the ladies who live in a seniors’ residence with my mom. They all have wonderful stories to share, but I have been particularly impressed by a woman named Edith.
Edith’s parents both passed away when she was only 11 years old. Her oldest brother left school so he could work to support the younger kids. Edith soon dropped out too and was responsible for taking care of two younger sisters as well as for the cooking, cleaning and housework. Neighbours checked in on the kids from time to time, but it was during the Depression so people had their own problems to worry about. I can’t believe the strength and bravery Edith showed at such a young age.
Edith’s tales about her childhood are amazing, but she’s been worried she will forget them as she gets older. A few weeks ago I typed up the anecdotes she has told me and put them in a binder for her. She was thrilled and can’t wait to show them to her grandchildren.
I’m so glad I’ve gotten to know Edith and helped her to keep her stories alive.
