Until last August she lived in the house where she was born. Her oldest, Denis, was born in the Spring, Mike in the Summer, Patrick and Kevin in Winter, Maureen and Mark in the Fall. Whether a snowstorm or thunderstorm, she refers to them by saying, “It’s getting bad out there…” Summertime chores were a discipline that included working in the garden with a reminder that what we grew now, we ate in the winter. The grass was cut to make it "look like a park." These chores were followed by sports-related activities or swimming. In the Fall, leaves were raked and piled on the garden. The snowy winters found us clad in snow-pants, boots, hoods, gloves, and home-made stocking hats. She had us so bundled for sled riding that we could hardly move. She was there for her kids and many kids in the neighborhood. To this day, many consider her - their Mom. In my Junior year of high school, I escorted Sue Welsh to our school prom as she requested violets for her corsage.  Mom and her friend, Loraine Blinn trekked into an adjacent forest that we call "the woods" where they picked and collected hundreds of spring violets. The arrangement was advanced to our local florist where Sue’s corsage was constructed. Whether your Mom is alive or deceased, special messages, hugs and appreciation will be extended to our marvelous Moms, this weekend.