Beth's Memories
             Moving to Webster Groves was a big adjustment for all of us. Not only were we all recovering from the divorce, but we were living as a smaller family in a smaller space and a   smaller community.     However, Mom's sense of enthusiasm made the transition much smoother.  Her love of St. Louis was   apparent and she was eager to share. She   introduced her kids to every nook and cranny of the city. There were visits to her old favorites, the   places her children had heard stories about… the lagoon in Forest Park where she   had ice-skated as a teen.  And Busch's   Grove where she had eaten in dining gazebos on dates.  There was Crown Candy Kitchen and her old   house on North and South, with her childhood stories of Jack and   Jean.
Moving to Webster Groves was a big adjustment for all of us. Not only were we all recovering from the divorce, but we were living as a smaller family in a smaller space and a   smaller community.     However, Mom's sense of enthusiasm made the transition much smoother.  Her love of St. Louis was   apparent and she was eager to share. She   introduced her kids to every nook and cranny of the city. There were visits to her old favorites, the   places her children had heard stories about… the lagoon in Forest Park where she   had ice-skated as a teen.  And Busch's   Grove where she had eaten in dining gazebos on dates.  There was Crown Candy Kitchen and her old   house on North and South, with her childhood stories of Jack and   Jean.
             After Mom introduced us to her past   favorites, she went to work acquiring new ones.    She became a regular at Soulard Market on Saturday mornings shopping for   fresh produce and spices and cheese. She was never intimidated by the impatient   cheese man or the grouchy farmer who wanted no one touching his shiny fruit   display.  She packed up picnics for Lone   Elk State Park, and she wandered cracked riverbeds of the Mississippi during   droughts.  She read up on local history   and set off to find the places she had learned about.
After Mom introduced us to her past   favorites, she went to work acquiring new ones.    She became a regular at Soulard Market on Saturday mornings shopping for   fresh produce and spices and cheese. She was never intimidated by the impatient   cheese man or the grouchy farmer who wanted no one touching his shiny fruit   display.  She packed up picnics for Lone   Elk State Park, and she wandered cracked riverbeds of the Mississippi during   droughts.  She read up on local history   and set off to find the places she had learned about.
            Mom was an example to us of how to be positive   and move forward.  We watched   her reunite with old childhood friends and take initiative in gaining   new ones through her work and hobbies.    The little duplex that seemed so quiet and dull when we first moved in soon came to life with   poker parties and pre-Opera dinners.     The three of us shared our friends with each other, while the phone rang off   the hook and the smell of sourdough bread filled the kitchen, and Ted the dog escaped out   of second-floor windows.  
            The fun   and chaos of our busy lives filled that funny little place for four years.  Then all at once both of us kids graduated.  Dave was off to college and I was   married.  Luckily, Mom's life was full   with work and interests and friends.  As   she has said a million times over the years, "I am never   bored."
            