I am a mother of 3 sons and 3 daughters. I am grandmother to 4 grandsons and 3 granddaughters. I work and live in northern British Columbia, the most beautiful and pristine place in the world.
My deepest passion is for my students, who are First Nations adults working toward their Adult Dogwood Diploma. Most of my students never finished high school and have been out of school for up to 10 years. It is amazingly rewarding to be a part of their success in academics.
My father is one of my inspirations. Dad was a veteran of WWII. He enlisted in the United States Navy when he was 17 years old, serving in the North Atlantic and off the coast of Europe and Africa. Dad had two ships sunk under him, and faced death many times including having half his face sliced off by shrapnel. Dad suffered all of his life with PTSD and depression, yet he was still able to give me his love and a fabulous work ethic. This photo was taken as we honoured him for his contribution in the landing at Normandy (D-day) on the 60th anniversary of that bloody conflict. My Dad, as Torpedoman First Class, provided ship to shore support on the main gun of a large landing craft. Dad passed away a few weeks after this photo was taken. He was so proud of my decision to continue my education, and his last outing before his passing, was to attend my graduation for the Associate of Arts diploma in First Nations Studies.
“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” W.B. Yeats
Another person who has inspired me is my paternal grandmother, Mable Eunice. She was a wise and thrifty woman, who was either cooking or working on needlework. She inspired me in many ways. She is the inspiration for my small Farmer’s Market business. I take discarded wool and denim garments and re-purpose them into quilts, rugs, and potholders. Any time left over from living and crafting is devoted to reading, reading, reading.