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Caroline (Carrie) became a widow when I was two.
My mom became a single mother, raised me, her only child, all alone in a time when this was an unpopular thing to do.
She didn't have a lot of, no… she didn't have Any, moral support and lived on VA benefits and SS from my dad's death. I think that is why she became so independent from people helping us.
Carrie retired in 1986, after 18 years working at Huntington Bank in downtown Cleveland. She was so proud having a job in a bank, after going to night school to learn to type. During that time, she bought and paid for a nice little house for us, and took care of everything a two-parent family would have done.
My mom never complained, but was thankful for what she was able to do. Her very favorite color was pink, and she loved strawberry ice cream, anytime of the day or night.
She was always truly happy to see other people do well in their lives. We always had pets when I was growing up, she loved dogs so much.
My mom graduated from McKinley High School in Canton, Ohio. Her first job was at Timkin roller bearings. She moved to Hollywood California for a short time as a young woman, but ended up in Cleveland, not far from where her mother lived in Canton. She loved that there are so many museums and historical monuments here and was sure to take her oldest grandson to see them every summer when he would come to visit.
Being raised during the depression and in hard times, my mom was very thrifty and able to stretch her money and food. We never went without necessities and always had a comfortable warm place to live. All of this was accomplished with the help of no one. There were no relatives to ask for anything. She was very independent, not relying on friends or neighbors. We took the bus or taxis when necessary, having a car was out of the question.
My mom was so gentle and sweet to me, she never raised her voice to me ever. She gave me unconditional love, just as she did Jeremy, her first grandson and Max, her second grandson. We all loved her dearly and miss her so very much.
My older son (who is shown in the photo being held by his Godfather/Godmother and my Mother next to them) saved his grandmother's life by coming to her in September of 2001. He came here from San Diego to help her out a little when he was 19. He did not realize how badly off she was, none of us did. She never asked for help. He cared for her for two years, she became bedridden shortly after he arrived.
After two years, my younger son (baby pictured with my mother in 1989 leaving the San Diego airport) and I moved here to take over, he needed to get on with his life.
For 3 1/2 years more, she needed full time care. She was happy no matter what I brought her for dinner. She loved everything and never complained once about her situation. She felt badly for becoming so dependent upon us, but she was so easy to care for. I hope she knew that despite myself, I really did not mind caring for her.
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Memories ~
Sometimes I pass our old house or apartment buildings where we used to live and I see why she wanted to move to the house we are at now. I am so grateful for this house, I wish I had an opportunity to tell her that I think I finally get it.
I remember so many fun and unique things about my mom and her relationship with me, and I am going to write them down here very soon.
I miss you so much and it will never go away. You were just so good to us. I loved you, We all loved you.
Now that I'm age 69, I understand more things about why you did certain things they way you did. For example, there were a lot of table lamps. Of course there were no ceiling lights in this old house, but even if there were, it's hard to get up there to change them. You didn't have anyone to call up and ask to do that for you.
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THANK YOU EVERYONE, you are so special to read my mother's bio and to leave such heartwarming thoughts and flowers.
Caroline (Carrie) became a widow when I was two.
My mom became a single mother, raised me, her only child, all alone in a time when this was an unpopular thing to do.
She didn't have a lot of, no… she didn't have Any, moral support and lived on VA benefits and SS from my dad's death. I think that is why she became so independent from people helping us.
Carrie retired in 1986, after 18 years working at Huntington Bank in downtown Cleveland. She was so proud having a job in a bank, after going to night school to learn to type. During that time, she bought and paid for a nice little house for us, and took care of everything a two-parent family would have done.
My mom never complained, but was thankful for what she was able to do. Her very favorite color was pink, and she loved strawberry ice cream, anytime of the day or night.
She was always truly happy to see other people do well in their lives. We always had pets when I was growing up, she loved dogs so much.
My mom graduated from McKinley High School in Canton, Ohio. Her first job was at Timkin roller bearings. She moved to Hollywood California for a short time as a young woman, but ended up in Cleveland, not far from where her mother lived in Canton. She loved that there are so many museums and historical monuments here and was sure to take her oldest grandson to see them every summer when he would come to visit.
Being raised during the depression and in hard times, my mom was very thrifty and able to stretch her money and food. We never went without necessities and always had a comfortable warm place to live. All of this was accomplished with the help of no one. There were no relatives to ask for anything. She was very independent, not relying on friends or neighbors. We took the bus or taxis when necessary, having a car was out of the question.
My mom was so gentle and sweet to me, she never raised her voice to me ever. She gave me unconditional love, just as she did Jeremy, her first grandson and Max, her second grandson. We all loved her dearly and miss her so very much.
My older son (who is shown in the photo being held by his Godfather/Godmother and my Mother next to them) saved his grandmother's life by coming to her in September of 2001. He came here from San Diego to help her out a little when he was 19. He did not realize how badly off she was, none of us did. She never asked for help. He cared for her for two years, she became bedridden shortly after he arrived.
After two years, my younger son (baby pictured with my mother in 1989 leaving the San Diego airport) and I moved here to take over, he needed to get on with his life.
For 3 1/2 years more, she needed full time care. She was happy no matter what I brought her for dinner. She loved everything and never complained once about her situation. She felt badly for becoming so dependent upon us, but she was so easy to care for. I hope she knew that despite myself, I really did not mind caring for her.
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Memories ~
Sometimes I pass our old house or apartment buildings where we used to live and I see why she wanted to move to the house we are at now. I am so grateful for this house, I wish I had an opportunity to tell her that I think I finally get it.
I remember so many fun and unique things about my mom and her relationship with me, and I am going to write them down here very soon.
I miss you so much and it will never go away. You were just so good to us. I loved you, We all loved you.
Now that I'm age 69, I understand more things about why you did certain things they way you did. For example, there were a lot of table lamps. Of course there were no ceiling lights in this old house, but even if there were, it's hard to get up there to change them. You didn't have anyone to call up and ask to do that for you.
*****
THANK YOU EVERYONE, you are so special to read my mother's bio and to leave such heartwarming thoughts and flowers.
Thank you for visiting my mother...
Caroline (Carrie) became a widow when I was two.
My mom became a single mother, raised me, her only child, all alone in a time when this was an unpopular thing to do.
She didn't have a lot of, no… she didn't have Any, moral support and lived on VA benefits and SS from my dad's death. I think that is why she became so independent from people helping us.
Carrie retired in 1986, after 18 years working at Huntington Bank in downtown Cleveland. She was so proud having a job in a bank, after going to night school to learn to type. During that time, she bought and paid for a nice little house for us, and took care of everything a two-parent family would have done.
My mom never complained, but was thankful for what she was able to do. Her very favorite color was pink, and she loved strawberry ice cream, anytime of the day or night.
She was always truly happy to see other people do well in their lives. We always had pets when I was growing up, she loved dogs so much.
My mom graduated from McKinley High School in Canton, Ohio. Her first job was at Timkin roller bearings. She moved to Hollywood California for a short time as a young woman, but ended up in Cleveland, not far from where her mother lived in Canton. She loved that there are so many museums and historical monuments here and was sure to take her oldest grandson to see them every summer when he would come to visit.
Being raised during the depression and in hard times, my mom was very thrifty and able to stretch her money and food. We never went without necessities and always had a comfortable warm place to live. All of this was accomplished with the help of no one. There were no relatives to ask for anything. She was very independent, not relying on friends or neighbors. We took the bus or taxis when necessary, having a car was out of the question.
My mom was so gentle and sweet to me, she never raised her voice to me ever. She gave me unconditional love, just as she did Jeremy, her first grandson and Max, her second grandson. We all loved her dearly and miss her so very much.
My older son (who is shown in the photo being held by his Godfather/Godmother and my Mother next to them) saved his grandmother's life by coming to her in September of 2001. He came here from San Diego to help her out a little when he was 19. He did not realize how badly off she was, none of us did. She never asked for help. He cared for her for two years, she became bedridden shortly after he arrived.
After two years, my younger son (baby pictured with my mother in 1989 leaving the San Diego airport) and I moved here to take over, he needed to get on with his life.
For 3 1/2 years more, she needed full time care. She was happy no matter what I brought her for dinner. She loved everything and never complained once about her situation. She felt badly for becoming so dependent upon us, but she was so easy to care for. I hope she knew that despite myself, I really did not mind caring for her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Memories ~
Sometimes I pass our old house or apartment buildings where we used to live and I see why she wanted to move to the house we are at now. I am so grateful for this house, I wish I had an opportunity to tell her that I think I finally get it.
I remember so many fun and unique things about my mom and her relationship with me, and I am going to write them down here very soon.
I miss you so much and it will never go away. You were just so good to us. I loved you, We all loved you.
Now that I'm age 69, I understand more things about why you did certain things they way you did. For example, there were a lot of table lamps. Of course there were no ceiling lights in this old house, but even if there were, it's hard to get up there to change them. You didn't have anyone to call up and ask to do that for you.
*****
THANK YOU EVERYONE, you are so special to read my mother's bio and to leave such heartwarming thoughts and flowers.
Caroline (Carrie) became a widow when I was two.
My mom became a single mother, raised me, her only child, all alone in a time when this was an unpopular thing to do.
She didn't have a lot of, no… she didn't have Any, moral support and lived on VA benefits and SS from my dad's death. I think that is why she became so independent from people helping us.
Carrie retired in 1986, after 18 years working at Huntington Bank in downtown Cleveland. She was so proud having a job in a bank, after going to night school to learn to type. During that time, she bought and paid for a nice little house for us, and took care of everything a two-parent family would have done.
My mom never complained, but was thankful for what she was able to do. Her very favorite color was pink, and she loved strawberry ice cream, anytime of the day or night.
She was always truly happy to see other people do well in their lives. We always had pets when I was growing up, she loved dogs so much.
My mom graduated from McKinley High School in Canton, Ohio. Her first job was at Timkin roller bearings. She moved to Hollywood California for a short time as a young woman, but ended up in Cleveland, not far from where her mother lived in Canton. She loved that there are so many museums and historical monuments here and was sure to take her oldest grandson to see them every summer when he would come to visit.
Being raised during the depression and in hard times, my mom was very thrifty and able to stretch her money and food. We never went without necessities and always had a comfortable warm place to live. All of this was accomplished with the help of no one. There were no relatives to ask for anything. She was very independent, not relying on friends or neighbors. We took the bus or taxis when necessary, having a car was out of the question.
My mom was so gentle and sweet to me, she never raised her voice to me ever. She gave me unconditional love, just as she did Jeremy, her first grandson and Max, her second grandson. We all loved her dearly and miss her so very much.
My older son (who is shown in the photo being held by his Godfather/Godmother and my Mother next to them) saved his grandmother's life by coming to her in September of 2001. He came here from San Diego to help her out a little when he was 19. He did not realize how badly off she was, none of us did. She never asked for help. He cared for her for two years, she became bedridden shortly after he arrived.
After two years, my younger son (baby pictured with my mother in 1989 leaving the San Diego airport) and I moved here to take over, he needed to get on with his life.
For 3 1/2 years more, she needed full time care. She was happy no matter what I brought her for dinner. She loved everything and never complained once about her situation. She felt badly for becoming so dependent upon us, but she was so easy to care for. I hope she knew that despite myself, I really did not mind caring for her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Memories ~
Sometimes I pass our old house or apartment buildings where we used to live and I see why she wanted to move to the house we are at now. I am so grateful for this house, I wish I had an opportunity to tell her that I think I finally get it.
I remember so many fun and unique things about my mom and her relationship with me, and I am going to write them down here very soon.
I miss you so much and it will never go away. You were just so good to us. I loved you, We all loved you.
Now that I'm age 69, I understand more things about why you did certain things they way you did. For example, there were a lot of table lamps. Of course there were no ceiling lights in this old house, but even if there were, it's hard to get up there to change them. You didn't have anyone to call up and ask to do that for you.
*****
THANK YOU EVERYONE, you are so special to read my mother's bio and to leave such heartwarming thoughts and flowers.
