Precious Memories Of My Mother: Mary Agnes Wilson Pearson-Hann

by Mary Agnes (Pearson) Brewer

I have so many beautiful memories of my childhood but, of course, when I think of home, it has to be of my mother. My earliest memory would be when I was three or four years old watching Moma sewing. I spent many happy and exciting moments watching. Moma to see what she would turn out. She would rip up an old coat, turn it inside out and make Nora and me a beautiful bright one. If a needle broke or a thread snapped, she said, “Mercy Me!“ and carried on.

When time came for a concert in the hall, a Holy Communion, or anything special, my mother was swamped with sewing for people all over the harbour.

I remember a concert one year in particular. I had eczema on my face and it was worse than usual and Moma made me a lovely yellow dress which made me feel a whole lot better.

Every Easter Moma made Nora and me new dresses that matched our white hats and patten leather shoes.

I could write many pieces like this. I have so many good memories of my mother. Sewing was only one of my mother's talents for she had many. She was a lady who filled my life with love and my childhood with precious memories.