My mum was a collector of buttons. She loved roses and magnolias and preferred raw vegetables much more than cooked ones. She was a dedicated family woman, a loving mother to her two daughters and a frequent helper at our school. She was quiet and gentle but fearless when something upset her. One day, she saw the local priest walk out of the pub across the road from our school. Oh boy! Stand back.
My mother, Jean St Claire - 1919 - 1993
My mother made me the sort of woman she was but I didn't know that until after she died 26 years ago. I wish I had thanked her for unashamedly being who she was - a working class woman who took a whole lot of nothing and turned it into a glittering prize. I think of her every day but today is her special day. Today would have been her 100th birthday. Happy birthday mum. We love you and miss you every day.
