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Mom was the light of our family.
She was funny, she was so bright, she sang around the house all the time,
and she made the best lemon pie in the world. A great lady.
Gahaweenujet (I don't know how to
spell her Mohawk name) was born on November 14, 1910, on an Indian Reservation
(Kahnawake)
just outside of Montréal in Canada. She belonged to the Mohawk tribe.
By the way, Gahaweenujet means "Flying Around".
Mom was a Great
Beginner. She adapted to a new culture, learned yet another language
(French), and gave us a wonderful family life. (My earliest photo of
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Needless to say, Dad is that handsome,
debonair, young man "laying" on the cardboard cutout of a roadster.
Dad had integrity coming out of his
ears. He never made a commitment lightly, but when he did that was it.
You could always count on Dad. |
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In those days.
At an amusement park in Montréal-
le parc Belmont (I believe). |
