One hundred and twenty-two

That’s how old my Mum would be if she were still living. Today is her birthday. Although I think of her often, I am always more conscious of her on her birthday, my 2nd (adoption date) birthday, and at Christmas time.

She was a pretty young girl with black hair and bright blue eyes. Her slender fingers were designed for the career she chose – concert pianist and later on, music teacher.

A lot of kids growing up in Saint John took music lessons from her, or knew her through her work with the NB Music Festival, the original NB Youth Orchestra, the NB Symphony and many other musical organizations.

She was my Mum. She’s been gone over 30 years now but is still remembered well and often.

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