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A Most Unforgettable Lady" by Anne Ralph Webster - written for entry in Ottawa City Short Story Contest 2002

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My Home by the Sea - by Anne Ralph Webster

 

A Most Unforgettable Lady

by Anne Ralph Webster 

  My mother-in-law, Edith, untypical of most in-laws, became much to my surprise one of the most "unforgettable" ladies I have come to know.  Her presence at any given time was to say the least most overwhelming as she would arrive in a flurry like a blast of north wind and immediately disrupt my well-organized routine.  She was not above expressing her opinion on any topic and always believed she had a much better way of doing things than most others. Her favourite dinnertime phrase would go like this ". . . I know you may not wish to hear this and I will say no more, BUT  . . . ," and on and on she would continue.  My first impressions were that of amazement and frustration and I wondered how I would ever endure yet another visit from this person who felt she needed to control every situation.  It was a second marriage for both my husband and myself and being well adjusted, middle-aged, parents we did not feel the need for anyone to rule our lives. 

I soon realized that with this flurry came a warmth and sincere heartfelt love along with an occasional spur of the moment embracement that would literally take my breath away.  Her very presence brought a brightness to life along with her endless good humour and laughter. Edith had more spirit than anyone I had ever met before and would probably ever meet again and she appreciated each and every day, whether it was the beauty of a bright and sunny morning, fragrant and colourful flowers, or the lovely song of a bird.  No matter what the circumstances her cheerful "Good Morning" would always brighten any day.  She had boundless energy for her age and claimed it was the result of a well-balanced diet and rest for the body whenever the need arose. Often in the middle of a conversation she would disappear and return later after a short nap to carry on as if she never left.  At first we were astonished at these quirks of hers but soon learned to expect the unexpected when she was around and her actions became a source of amusement.  She had a great admiration of the finer things in life and enjoyed music and art. She also dabbled in poetry and loved to sing; she was not above offering one of  her renditions whenever the occasion arose. I can recall one morning at six o'clock when she called to sing "Happy Birthday" wishes  - a wonderful thought and a nice way to start the day.

Edith was born and raised in Toronto and after marriage left her family and friends and moved to a small country village where she learned she had to adjust to a different way of living in order to be accepted and earn her place in the community - no easy task for a young bride. She joined local groups with offers of her best advice whether it was asked for or not and soon became known for her many skills and talent.  She worked for a period of time in various stores in the village and was a great asset in her knowledge of what would sell well; she added her artistic talents to such things as trimmings on hats and knew how to coordinate accessories.


    Edith was known for her endless cornucopia of hospitality and kindness to family, friends and neighbours during illness, on festive occasions or whenever the need arose.  She could always come up with a can of ham (being brought up during the depression she stored such things and could at any time feed a small army) and always had the makings of a dried flower arrangement which she could put together to look like a professional piece on her way out the door to bring cheer to someone in a time of need.   I must say Edith was not what the style experts would consider fashionable and/or chic but held herself so proudly she appeared to be endowed with such great elegance that she could stand with the best of us and the envy of most.

Along with her virtues, Edith at times displayed some very annoying ways that would tax the patience of a saint and she could be quite contrary and obstinate if things did not go quite as she had planned (and she planned well ahead for everything) but these moods were short lived and she would get on with life before she missed out on something important.  She was always ready at the drop of a hat to venture out and missed very few opportunities to attend functions, visit friends at home or in the hospital or just to drive in the countryside.  


    Edith was quite adventurous and travel became one of her enjoyments after she realized, much to everyone's relief, that she was not going to be able to participate in sky diving which was one of her many unfulfilled dreams.  When travelling on commercial airlines unsuspecting passengers sitting next to her would on disembarking have revealed most of their entire life history depending on the length of the flight; she had a way of bringing out the best in people and they generally would confide their thoughts and feelings to her.  She had a real interest in the lives and background of others and would have some very interesting stories to tell about people she met and interesting places she visited.  She often visited school children and talked about her adventures.  


    Edith loved food and whatever the situation or circumstances at the time always felt that food would help get you through whatever was required of you and while most did not agree with this theory it worked well for her.  She loved to dine at the better restaurants and expected good service simply because she was as she quite often expressed "a diabetic senior citizen" and much to the embarrassment of family and friends she managed to get results.  On looking back now we realize these situations were quite humorous although we were not amused at the time.

I knew Edith for such a short time but her high spirits and sense of adventure had such an impact on my life and even though she has since passed away her spirit lives on and always will in our hearts and minds.  From what I have seen she must have been a great mother in that she taught her children lessons in life that most of us will never learn.  They have only good, fond and happy memories of growing up with the person who always took the time to make their lives interesting and memorable.  Some of her lessons are used to this day in dealing with people and circumstances - she stressed the fact that you should always be your own person and that others can only rule your mind if you allow them.  

After her husband passed away, Edith at the age of 80, found love and happiness with a gentleman who greatly profited from her abundance of life and good humour and they would dance the hours away on the kitchen floor.  The two of them were as different as night and day in how they lived their daily lives and probably could never have coexisted under the same roof but they complemented each other; they were like young lovers experiencing things for the first time and enjoying every minute.  Unfortunately, Edith did not live long enough to really enjoy her newfound life and after a lengthy bout with cancer she passed away with the dignity she showed all her life.  I am not too sure Heaven was ready for his woman but I am sure her presence has made a difference.  

Hardly a day goes by that we do not recall some humourous incident or well-meant piece of advice that she was always willing to offer and more often than not proved to be beneficial. My first impressions of amazement and frustration soon turned to feelings of awe and envy for her contagious good humour and wonderful outlook on life.  We tend to look to material possessions to remember those who have passed on but Edith left us a legacy that is simply "priceless."  

I am very thankful to have known Edith and my life has been so enriched for having been a part of this "unforgettable" lady's life.


 

   
 

The following poem was written by me after returning from my High School Reunion in Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, in 1998.

   MY HOME BY THE SEA


When I was just a little girl and lived beside the sea
The beauty of my island home was very dear to me
But as I sat and watched the waves lap up upon the shore
I saw what it would hold for me and knew I wanted more.

The island it was prosperous in early times they say
Some people came across the sea to settle in the Bay
Coal mines worked around the clock no one could ask for more
And company stores and houses grew up along the shore

Fish were very plentiful and at sunset you could see
The many boats line up to sell their treasures from the sea
On the ocean there was danger and in the coal mines it was true
But they made a decent living when dollars were so few.

In time the changes came about and mines were closing down
Some people felt that it was time that they should leave the town
When fishing ceased to be a trade, the ocean no more giving
The young folk chose to leave their town to try and make a living.

The city lights they beckoned to come and share the wealth
But some folks found the hectic pace played havoc with their health
In the city life is different and no one calls you "dear"
Or takes the time to say "Hello" and make you welcome there.
                             
Many years had passed on by when a call came out to me
To join my former classmates in our town beside the sea
And though they say you can't go back in time it was a way
To visit and remember all the good times in the Bay.

The mines have closed, the fish are scarce and there is much despair
But one would never know it from the people living there
They care about each other and their needs are very few
They smile and greet you with "my dear" sincerely meant for you.

I reminisced beside the shore of times that used to be
Then gazed upon familiar cliffs eroded by the sea
And as I sat and watched the waves lap up upon the shore
To me this island would be "home" now and forever more.

                             Anne Ralph Webster - 1998