Rosemary Evangelista

My Motorcycle Momma

It was a small apartment, dark and quiet. Mom and I arrived in Canada to start our new life with dad. He came before us to get things settled. We arrived after the war in 1952, I was eleven months old. There were many ups and downs for my parents, but they did their best to make things good for me and each of my siblings. I am the oldest of 6, my second sibling died, he was only three days old. Mom had toxemia and nearly died too.