Early Memories

A long time ago – the beginning of time for me anyway, I met an amazing and powerful woman with crazy ideas that filled my head with ways of thinking outside of the box. She had a different way of seeing things that some might call brilliant, odd or creative but I prefer to think of as eclectic. mum

Most people call her Lynn, Counsellor Silverton, or if they are really brave, Evelyn. I prefer to call her Mum. 

My mum has been many things in her life including an artist, nurse, airline stewardess, x-ray technician, legal secretary, office manager, reporter, member of many service boards, voice of the people. She continues to represent the municipality that is fortunate enough to have her as an elected official and has quite a following with her column in the local paper. 

Mum and I on the bench

She filled my early childhood with music of all kinds including Anne Murray, The Jackson Five, the BeeGees… We had a stereo with an 8 track so we were pretty modern. I remember slapping those darn 8 tracks into the player and dancing all over the living room floor while singing at the top of our lungs. In times of trouble mum still says to me it’s ‘You and me against the world’. (A fine song by Helen Reddy.) 

Mum taught me about feminism and standing up for the rights of the people. Much of the music of that time became our anthem including “I am Woman” from Helen Reddy. I was raised in a home that was not prejudiced against anyone and believe this was one of the biggest lessons I received from my mum. Certainly it is one of the ones I am most grateful for.

I remember going to the Scarborough Town Centre on the bus where she would take us for our annual school shopping excursion to get new wardrobes. Three Little Pigs shoe store, Eaton’s for clothing. Can you imagine the effort going shopping with four young children would take? We are about 18 months apart in age and all unique characters ourselves. What a crazy sight that must have been. My mum is still a very determined woman. 

There was a restaurant at the mall that she liked to go to meet up with friends for lunch and they had a wonderful children’s menu with dishes named after characters from nursery rhymes. I liked to order the Little Bo Peep club sandwich with a  Shirley Temple. I felt so grown up to be ordering for myself – my mum always insisted I act like a big girl and I believe that is why I was such an independent and strong youth later on.  

Mum getting in on those great food shots!

My mum has a keen fashion sense and I remember the 70’s bell bottoms with scarves in her long curly hair. Plaid, bright colours, really wide brimmed hats. Big huge sunglasses that covered a large portion of her face and frosted blue eye shadow. She kept her nails long back then and polished and wore lots of sparkly rings. My mum was a beautiful young woman, (and is still beautiful!) and I remember being in awe of her, worshipping her with her glowing bright hair colours and wondering at all the friends she had. I hoped to be just like her when I grew up. 

Mum is a also a talented seamstress. When we were little she’d make us matching dresses. My sister and I would prance around after her like little mini versions. Mum always insisted on dressing up for Easter with pretty bonnets or brimmed hats, white gloves, flower dresses and shiny white shoes. We’d go to church and the Easter parade and spend much of the day trying not to get our white tights dirty. I remember going to Pioneer Village one time. She bought my sister and I pretty pioneer girl bonnets with white lace, ribbon, pink and purple flowers – we were the fashionable pioneer girls. My mum indulged us like that and encouraged us to expand our imaginations constantly.

Mum with Emma 

My family’s first car was a frosted pastel purple Parisienne named Sebastian. My mother’s favourite colour is purple so it was perfect. It’s crazy now when I think of how much different vehicles of today are compared to back then. I certainly understand why that newfangled invention ‘the seat belt’ became popular. But back then driving in it was like floating along the road in a big boat. (On a side note, I remember my dad saying if gas prices ever got higher than 25 cents a gallon he was getting rid of that car.)

Anyway, I am grateful to have so many clear memories of my childhood. I could go on and on and I will tell you about some of my mum’s crazy hair experiments one day – on both of us; and the pets; and the decorating. My mum is also an amazing cook and I shared one of her recipes here a long time ago. I’ll add more one day. 

As one of the biggest supporters of my blog I wanted to give this spot to my mum on this very special day. 

Happy Mother’s Day Mum. You’re my one and only and I love you. 

Comments (2)

  1. Kirstin
    May 15, 2017 - 6:28 pm Reply

    What a beautiful Mother’s Day tribute! Precious memories that I had forgotten.

    • Carin Harris
      May 16, 2017 - 9:52 am Reply

      Remember that car? It’s a miracle we all survived lol. The station wagon was even worse! 🙂 Thanks for the comment sister!

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