Not sure if I mentioned this one in my sayings post, but this was a common question back home, essentially asking who your parents are.
Well the sarcastic portion of me was likely to respond, I longs to me mudder bye!
My mother, like a lot of Newfoundland mothers was and is parent to many more than her own. The door was always open, a crowd was always welcome. We’ve been know to have to take shifts eating to make room at the table.
We never had a lot, but it was shared, and many people called my home theirs, as I did with many others. We don’t ask for anything when at these extended mudder’s houses, we go to the fridge and take it, cause their home was ours, and ours was theirs.
So to my mudder, my sister, all my extended mudders, and to all the wunnerful mudders I’ve never met, happy mudders day!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
