Mom loved to sew. Since she worked full time while I was growing up, she sewed less clothing and more for pleasure.
Mom began working at Mattel Toys in 1966 as a sales forecaster. She remained there until dad retired in 1980 and they moved to Santa Clara, Utah.
Mom then worked for the city of Santa Clara and once ran for office.
Mom had a hard time showing her affection, but I always knew she loved me.
Mom was a worry wart. The biggest one I have ever met.
Mom detested speaking in public. She would only bear her testimony in Relief Society on a rare occasion, and never in the Sacrament meeting. Mom would have never considered accepting a call to teach either. She preferred being the secretary of church organizations, rather than be the center of attention.
Mom didn’t like change much. She was more comfortable with the familiar things. She would go long distances to achieve this comfort. While living in Santa Clara, she would still only see her gynecologist who had helped deliver several of her children and only get her hair cut at her regular salon, both places being in California. When her gynecologist finally retired, she just gave up seeing one. In fact, this was one of her downfalls. She knew she was having abnormal bleeding for three years before she sought out medical attention. By then, the cancer was in its’ late stages and it eventually took her life.
But she also overcame her fear of speaking in public. She told me what did it matter, now that she was dying, she could pretty much say anything to anybody. She no longer cared. She even taught a lesson in Relief Society and told all the women to not do what she did and wait too long to get regular check ups. She also told me a couple things before she died that made my head spin.
Mom began working at Mattel Toys in 1966 as a sales forecaster. She remained there until dad retired in 1980 and they moved to Santa Clara, Utah.
Mom then worked for the city of Santa Clara and once ran for office.
Mom had a hard time showing her affection, but I always knew she loved me.
Mom was a worry wart. The biggest one I have ever met.
Mom detested speaking in public. She would only bear her testimony in Relief Society on a rare occasion, and never in the Sacrament meeting. Mom would have never considered accepting a call to teach either. She preferred being the secretary of church organizations, rather than be the center of attention.
Mom didn’t like change much. She was more comfortable with the familiar things. She would go long distances to achieve this comfort. While living in Santa Clara, she would still only see her gynecologist who had helped deliver several of her children and only get her hair cut at her regular salon, both places being in California. When her gynecologist finally retired, she just gave up seeing one. In fact, this was one of her downfalls. She knew she was having abnormal bleeding for three years before she sought out medical attention. By then, the cancer was in its’ late stages and it eventually took her life.
But she also overcame her fear of speaking in public. She told me what did it matter, now that she was dying, she could pretty much say anything to anybody. She no longer cared. She even taught a lesson in Relief Society and told all the women to not do what she did and wait too long to get regular check ups. She also told me a couple things before she died that made my head spin.