He who must be kept (fuzzface_63) wrote,
He who must be kept

Today we lay her to rest...

Glenda Ann Johnson

My mother was a very unique individual. She loved her family. She loved Folsom. My Mom was born here in Folsom and she never left. She met my father and the settled down in the house next door to my grandparents.

My mother was the cool mom. My friends would come by and visit with her if I wasn’t home. She rode a motorcycle around the streets of Folsom. When she wasn’t on her motorcycle she would be driving her 1963 Pink Barracuda. She loved this car and just had to have it. I’m not so sure it would have been my Fathers first choice.

When I was young we would go camping. We spent a couple summers following my Dad up and down the coast as his job took him from Ranger Station to ranger station. We would all pile into the Pink Barracuda and head of to meet up with him at whichever trailer park he was staying at.

We also spent a lot of time taking trips to Nevada to ride motorcycles. One of my Mom & Dad’s favorite places was Sand Mountain and The Hot Springs. We would go as a group or sometimes it was just the 4 of us. We always had fun as a family and I treasure this time still.

My mother also loved to shoot. Her and my Father were both excellent marksmen. She wouldn’t let my Dad show her up, but since there were so few women shooters she would often have to compete with the men. She still would bring home trophies.

My mother and father loved to take Cruises. They went to Alaska twice together and to Hawaii another time. My mom, Benita, Sister, nephews, in-laws all took a trip to Alaska in 2005 while my Dad stayed home to mind the cats.

In 1989 my mother’s life changed drastically. She became a grandmother. She was so proud of her grandchildren and loved them very much. I don’t think anything brought her more joy than this two young men.

My mother loved her cats. She has always had at least two or three feline friends to keep her company.

When my father passed away in 2007 it was unexpected and took a great toll on my mother. How do you go on without the person you’ve spent the last 47 years with? She held out and braved it alone for 3 years with the help of Family and Benita her lifelong friend. She was a tough woman and proud up until the end.

Rest in Peace Mom
11/4/1942 - 3/13/2010

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