HAPPY 100th MOM

There has been so much rain, wind, and cold lately that our ultra-steep driveway gets covered with slippery icy fallen leaves. It has to be raked daily --- or should we open the world's first bobsleigh run for cars??

My mother would have been 100 today. Firstborn of a stern Byelorussian farmer, Sophie Chmill would endure a harsh life of illiteracy, abuse, and fearful dislocation first to Glaslyn Saskatchewan and then Windsor Ontario. She showed us that even menial labour has dignity. That wisdom and determination can take you as far as education. And that there is nothing as fierce, selfless and devoted as a mother's love. Although my mom passed away in 1984, she guides me every day.

So it was a wonderful coincidence this morning that multi-generations just happened to gather at breakfast on Sophie's day. A sister, niece, son, and two granddaughters marveled at the timing. I just figure it's mom telling our small family to get closer. Thanks for everything, mom. I love you.

Now, help us blow out the candles --- one for every 100 years!