Hi Boma, Its been over a month now since you left us. Jillian talks about you a lot. She was just reminding me this morning about the day you were dancing in your chair and you two were laughing. Also how she shared her computer with you but you didn't always push the right buttons and she would tell you "Boma you're silly". It made me smile. I can't get used to not seeing and caring for you. I miss you so much. Please continue to watch over the whole family and bless us with your goodness and love. XOXO
Boma, I'm missing and thinking about you. So many things remind me of you. I love you with all my heart. Your Granddaughter.
Carol, Gary, Roger, and family. Mom and I hold you near as you move forward in the lives that Aunt Nellie wanted for you.
Love, Glenda and Aunt Velva
My shared memories of Mom
I'd like to share just a few of my memories of Mom.
Mom had a tough Independent side.
She never drove a car in her life. Instead, she rode her bike everywhere and that was just fine with her. She rode beside me on my first day of school in Glendale. She rode with me as we delivered weekly flyers for the local meat market. She rode her bike to a day care nursery where she single-handedly took care of 20 toddlers for several years. After that job, she rode her bike to the Glendale High School cafeteria for many years where she treated everyone to her wonderful baking skills. The High School Faculty would actually line-up in the mornings just to get one of Mom's delicious sweet rolls. I think Mom's bike riding was rooted in her British small-town upbringing. Watching Mom hop on her bike and pedal away to the grocery store or to work or to visit a friend was one of the most independent things I ever saw her do. And as for her toughness, she did all this biking year-round, including the hottest summers and coldest winters, and never once complained!
Mom also had a gentle Nurturing side.
As a small boy, I remember Mom trying to keep me clean. In her own nurturing way, she would gently coax me into taking a bath pretty much every night because I needed it. Somewhere along the path, Mom's gentle way usually resulted in some sort of a bribe - like a couple of her wonderful chocolate chip cookies or letting me watch an extra half hour of TV before bed, albeit Black and White. One way or another, I'd find myself in the tub doing what little boys do. Water inevitably went everywhere but Mom never got upset about the mess. She would softly remind me of the bribe I accepted and I would immediately stand at attention for the “Drying Process”. I didn't know it then but these gentle moments would be among my fondest memories of Mom. She played a game of hide-and-seek with me as she covered my head with a towel and dried my hair, all the while saying “Where's Roger?” When my hair was dry she would flip up the towel and say “There he is!” It took me years to figure out that all she wanted was for me to stand still long enough for her to dry my hair. Through all these years, there have been many times while drying my hair after a shower that I still hear Mom saying “Where's Roger?”. Well Mom, I'm right here and I'll always, always Love you.
To Mom from your loving Son, Gary.
Nellie Adams was our Mother but always and forever my Mom.
There are so many wonderful memories and stories that could be shared; it is hard to pick out just a few. Instead I thought I would like to share with you what kind of woman Mom was to me.
Mom was first and foremost a caregiver. Mom was always there for us growing up and later in life she would always give us hugs and a kisses. Whether it was to help with our homework, patch up our cuts and scratches, do an extra load of laundry, or make a batch of her great chocolate chip cookies, she was there for us. I remember when I was in 7th grade, I had a newspaper route. It was just a weekly newspaper but it was a large area, which meant a ton of newspapers to fold, put rubber bands around and try to keep out of everyone's bushes. One Wednesday morning, the newspapers were delivered late and I couldn't get my route done before school. Mom (without asking) just got her old bicycle out and finished the route for me. She was like that. Mom was just being Mom. She always thought of her family first. It was never about her, it was always about others. She is a woman to be loved.
Mom was a woman who enjoyed the simple and quite things in life. She never drove a car but rode her bike. She wouldn't talk much on a phone, but wanted you to call her. She loved old romance novels and soft love ballets. To this day, whenever I heard “Blue Spanish Eyes” playing I can hear Mom singing along. She loved Chocolate, just a small piece at night before sleeping. She loved a cup of tea, milk no sugar. She loved doing puzzles. She had a green-thumb and loved plants and flowers and gardening. I remember my freshman year in high school when I mistakenly signed up to take a class in Agriculture. Since I could not drop the class, that meant I had to do a term project. Of course, I was the only city boy in the class and we had no place to raise chickens or cows. Mom came to my rescue with the idea to plant a garden. So we did. Right in our front yard under the trees and hedges we grew carrots, lettuce, beans and melons. Mom and I got an A for the class. She is a woman to be remembered.
Mom was British. She never lost her accent. She never lost her sense of propriety. She never lost that stiff upper lip. She persevered. She lived through the great depression and she lived through World War II; terrible times, but she preserved. Mom met her man and followed him across two continents. She became a stay-at-home mother, raised three kids and got them all through college. When times were tight and our family was down to our last 2 cents, somehow Mom would find a way to save a penny. She preserved. When her husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer, she never gave up. She cared for him at home and nursed him till the end. She never complained. Every time life threw its worse at her, she got back up and preserved. She is a woman to be admired.
Mom was a modest person. She was a private person. She didn't talk about religion much, leaving it up to each of us to find our way to God. Life was her church and she was there every day she got to share it with her family, friends, pets or plants. Mom would always say ‘God Bless' and prayed everyday. I remember when we kids were very young; Mom would tuck each of us into bed every night. She would lean down and kiss us and ask if we said our prayers. Yes Mom, I still do. I remember that very first prayer you taught me: “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord, my soul to take. Amen.” God Bless Mom.