Part 4 - My Mother

My Dad

My dad loved me very much.
And I loved him!
In fact, everybody loved my dad.

I was always his little girl.
I got most of my attention, growing up, from him.

This is the last picture of my dad.

He died  June 23, 2006

My life changed after his death.
My mom "disowned" me.
We just couldn't understand each other.

❤❤

I have been blessed to have a lot of understanding,
 help and love though out my life.
(Tom, Todd, Kimmy, Aunt Bobbie, Didi)

I give all the glory to God for
providing me with these
loved ones who caught me,
when I would fall.
Listen to me and wipe away my tears.

I have many other special friends,
who have been there for me, too!

❤❤



The Ending...

God preformed a miracle in my life!
He restored a faded relationship with my mother,
in her last days.

God gave me the wisdom to witness to my mom.
He gave me the power to pray with her.

In the end, my mom and I finally told each other
that we loved each other.

Praise God!

Part 3 - My Mother

Pat married Jack in February 20, 1950.

My older brother Steve,

 was born on Jan. 8th, 1951

I was born 11 months later, on Dec. 8th, 1951.

(same year)

Then 11 months later,

 my younger brother,
Scott was born on Nov. 21, 1952.

Our family was complete.

Three cute kids, 

ALL 11 months apart!

We looked like a perfect family.

We were almost,

 but my mother had issues,

 that lingered from her past.

Being a girl was hard for me.

I had two bothers, who are very close.

And a mother who, at times, kept me at a distance.

 The pressure I felt, was great at times.

I didn't figure out the "problem" until I was a 

mother of a girl, myself.

My Aunt Bobbie helped me and 

confirmed my suspicions

about my mom.

My mom had a hard time trusting and

 liking any female.

My mom's past haunted and effected her 

 her whole life.

                                 to be continued...

Part 2 - My Mother

Patricia Childs
Born February 1927    Died  July 2017
( Pat, Patsy,)

My mother was born right before the
Great Depression.
The second baby girl, for my grandfather.
She has an older sister, by one year,
my Aunt Bobbie.

(click here
to read a little bit about this lovely lady.)

At the age of three my mom, known as Patsy then,
had to make a decision that was impossible for anyone to understand.
 Her mother made her decide to leave
 with her, or stay.
My mom had to choose to stay with her older sister and dad,
 never to see her mom again.
Or go with her mom, and never see her sister again.

Two little girls sitting in the back of a car,
 with my "grandmother" begging my mom to get out and go with her.

My mom said no.

My grandpa drove away, leaving my "grandmother", his wife, on the sidewalk.
He drove home to Seattle, trying to figure out how he was going to raise two little girls,
that just saw their mother for the last time.


Below is a picture of  the little girls, 
their mother (standing)
with their paternal grandmother and
 paternal, great grandmother.



My grandpa's mother,
 became a widow about that time and
she was very wealthy.
She told my grandpa, she'd take care of the girls,
while he tried to find work.
Which was hard, because of the depression.
He agreed.

When these two girls were school age,
their grandmother put them in a
fancy boarding school for girls,
Annie Wrights Seminary For Girls.
Bobbie and Pat were the youngest girls there.

After years living in the boarding school,
 their grandmother died and their lives
were disrupted again.

Below are pictures from Bobbie and Pat's 
boarding school days.
Bobbie on the left, Pat (my mom) on the right.

Bobbie and Pat moved in with their dad.
That's when they both started going to a public high school.

My mom told me this was a difficult time.
She was no longer sheltered in the boarding school.
It was her first interaction with boys, which was quite scary for her.
But she had her older sister.

                                                           to be continued...


My mom's younger life  reminds me of
a Shirley Temple movie.
Except, my mom had her sister,
Aunt Bobbie