Flora Jane Wilson

As a child, my brother sister and I would fly down to Los Angeles to visit. I remember the blue shag carpets of the 70s, her gated living room to keep out the dogs, and her cookie jar that was always filled with cookies. I remember watching soap operas with her! When I was 28 and had my first child, she drove all the way up from Mexico to the Bay Area and she paid for us all to have our professional portraits taken- 4 generations of women including her, my mom, me and my daughter Samantha. Her mom was still alive but living in Washington- so we were 5 generations living in 1999. I heard a long time ago that she gave my mom money to make sure all of us saw phantom of the opera- which turned out to be my favorite musical.