Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I adored my Mother from the time I was a little boy. When she would come downstairs dressed in her Nurse's uniform carrying her cap all startched in a hat bag, she was like a goddess all in white. I was so proud that my Mother was a nurse and saved the lives of accident victims in the Emergency Room at Fitzgerald Mercy Hospital in Darby Pennsylvania. She once told me that she didn't like going to work when she had small children of her own at home who needed her. She worked for 30 years as a nurse. In her retirement years she, along with my father, served as a Eucharistic Minister at our home parish Saint Louis Parish Church in Yeadon, Pennsylvania. After my parents moved to Tampa, Florida she worked as a Eucharistic Minister at her Parish, Saint Pius Church in Tampa, Florida. She was tireless and had a kind heart for the sick and homebound. I remember once when we lived on Springfield Avenue in Philadelphia, when a homeless man came to our front door begging for food she went inside and made him several peanut butter sandwhiches and a glass of milk and sat with him on the front portch and talked with him while he ate. She was a very intelligent woman. I remember how she had me take my Redio Flyer wagon to the Yeadon Public Library on Saturday mornings to return her books and pick up her new books. She was a natural speed reader. She read the Agony and the Ecstasy in one afternoon. I would ask her how to spell a word and she would say, "Go look it up." She was and will always be very special to me. She was my Mother. I am glad I have half her DNA!
