My name is Jim I am my mothers son , mama raised me and taught me alot of things. Mom was raised in the depression . I guess that made her very strong. when she was only 14 she had to work as a housekeeper and live away from her family. she grew up in hard times , she was a cab driver in WW2. She had 4 children , all of her husbands ended up leaving her . But she raised her family the best she could. She taught me alot of things, like if you have a roof over you head and have food and a job, there was no reason that you are not happy, she always told me that Indians don"t cry. A bird in the hand is better than 2 in the bush. don"t make a habit if you cannot afford it. don"t thank me I would not do it if I didn"t want to. When I was about 10 years old she bought a new house on her owne , she was vary proude of that. she was always independent. Most of her life she worked as a waitress.alot of times she had 2 jobs. she was a good waitress,I worked with her one time and seen she was happest helping people , she would make good tips becouse people would see that. If one of her family was sick or needed help she was there. if someone was in the hospital , she was there. when her grandchildren were born ,she was there ,it didn"t madder if it was her childrend or her step childrend she was like a mother hen , she was there. That what she was like all her life . I don"t think you could have a better mother than I had. i was her baby and she always tryed to spoil me. If you knew mom befor she got old and sick you would know what I am talking about. my brothers and sisters do. I know that. Jean Robinson was my mama . I can"t say no more.

I Wrote Your Name on a piece of paper, but by accident I threw it away. I wrote your name on my hand, but it washed away. I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves whispered it away. I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay. Fly high my beautiful angel. Forever in my Heart, Gloria "glorybee738"

I shall miss hearing everyday from her. She was a real sweetheart of a person. She loved playing her games on the computer. We got to know each other real well and she decided I was her "sis" to replace her own sister who died when she was younger. I truly adored her. She had a great sense of humor and would go along and participate when we would kid her about her place on the corner in California and the clothes she was wearing. We had more fun with that. Everyone will miss her as will I. Love Marcia ("sis" & pam)