My sister and I are crazy for nicknames. We’ve nicknamed each other and our husbands. I remember having a conversation with our mom when she turned 90. She told me she wished her name was Ginger. My sister was ecstatic. We found a nickname for mom.
If I had to describe Ginger’s personality, I would say she was a cross between gruff Betty Davis and naïve Doris Day.
Ginger was born in 1915. A tomboy, she competed in sports; her favorite being baseball. She loved hot dogs, sauerkraut and ice cream. She liked perfume, crocheting, dogs, books, needlework, ceramics and babies.
Ginger worked as a hair stylist. She owned her own beauty salon, Gloria’s, where she specialized in Marcel Waves. The year was 1938.
Mom and dad married in Chicago in 1940. They raised three children and one exceptional darling…me. At least that’s my perception!
As kids, we grew up in a home fragrant with hard work ethics, respect, reverent faith, outstanding home-cooked meals at a dinner table, discipline, hospitality, home-baked desserts and lots of Johnny Cash and Pavarotti.
Ginger left this earth in 2012 at 96 years old and I’m thankful for being given so many years on this earth with my mother. What I miss mostly about her was her sparkling sense of humor and devoted prayer life.
Today I’m remembering Ginger.