Wednesday, November 30, 2022
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Alva and I have so many happy memories of Mrs. Stevenson (Stevie, to us)! So many conversations, so many laughs, so much information and knowledge passed on to us, with and from Stevie. We will carry Stevie in our hearts, until we meet again. We will remember her every time we walk in our garden, which grow her many plants, that she shared with us. We planted trees that she loved: a Linden tree, a Horse Chestnut, an English Oak, a Maple tree from her garden and many shrubs, that she shared with us. Because of her teaching, we now compost, recycle, reuse and rescue and do our "Civic Duty" and vote in all elections, as she only once chastised us to do! I open gifts the same way we watched Stevie open her presents, year after year, carefully, with mindfulness of saving and reusing the wrapping paper. We remember funny things she said, and smile, like: "I love this Baileys so much, I could drink it with a straw" or on a rare occasion, "I am so mad, I could spit"! Mrs. Stevenson was my life-long neighbour. She was The Nurse on our street and she used her knowledge to help people, like when I went to Anns' Birthday Party and it soon became apparent that I was sick, with a fever. I remember Mrs. Stevenson cooling my fever with a Rubbing Alcohol- soaked cloth to my face and arms and then walking me back home, to my mom. Her Nursing knowledge was valuable, when she rushed to our house to deliver one of my older sisters, Agnes, when mom was too far in labour to make it to the hospital. Stevie was one in a million and my and Alva's friend and we loved her! I told her when she was only 80 years old, that she would live to be 100! She graced our Mother Earth, that she cared for and about, until she was, 11 days shy of, 102 years old. God blessed her and now He keeps her.