Remembering Marina

Marina Josephine Ruth Ann (Moore) Pageot Welham
November 29th, 1934 – August 30th, 2016*

Marina’s Name

Marina was the youngest of three children, born about 12 twelve years after her two brothers, John and Bill, and a big surprise to her parents.  Marina’s mother, Caroline Wright (of England) and her father, John Francis (Jack) Moore of Ireland, both then long-time subjects of the Crown in Canada, expressed they joy in their new daughter, and their patriotism, when they christened her after the up-and-coming Duchess of Kent: Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark who married Prince George, Duke of Kent, fourth son of King George V of the United Kingdom on November 29th, 1934, the day my mother was born.  The autographed photo above of Princess Marina of Greece in her wedding gown, is signed and dated on her wedding day, my mother’s birthday: November 29th, 1934.

Both my mother and I were born on Thursdays, which Marina’s mother, my grandmother, Caroline, assured us was very good, because Thursdays were always “bargain days” at Morgan’s in downtown Montreal, her favorite place to shop.  In other words, when Caroline brought Marina home, and when Marina brought me home, we were both “good bargains”.  Morgan’s, across from Phillips Square in downtown Montreal was later renamed “The Bay”.

Morgan's of Montreal
Morgan’s of Montreal
 8591 Lochside Drive, Sidney, North Saanich, British Columbia
8591 Lochside Drive, Sidney, North Saanich, British Columbia

Marina Welham was for decades an expert on cacti and succulents, and had her own small glass greenhouse at home.  She was the founder, editor and prolific author of The Amateurs Digest, a membership site for people around the world who shared her love of these amazing plants, found in almost every environment.  This is a photo of our family home, above, empty, the glass greenhouse to the right is where Marina raised some of the plants she was talking about.

FUN QUOTATIONS FROM THE LATE MARINA WELHAM, as remembered by her daughter, in the passenger’s seat:

Marina, on hearing about feminism:
“I wouldn’t lower myself to be equal to a man.”

Marina, on seeing a police car in the rear-view mirror while
speeding down a highway:
“Quick, hand me my lipstick!”

Marina, swerving to avoid hitting a fat man crossing on red:
“Whew!  That would’a been a mess!”

Love you, Mum.  Miss you always.  Kathleen.

This blog originally appeared at this address:

https://rememberingmarinawelham.blogspot.com/

*This is not the official date of Marina’s death.  There are problems with the public trustee, who grabbed the estate in my absence and liquidated it, with obvious efforts, likely successful, to embezzle a large part of it for people not related to Marina and me.  I suspect that Marina died January-February 2017.

*The portrait above is of Princess Marina of Greece on her wedding day. The royal princess was Marina’s namesake.  I don’t currently have any photos of Marina because the public trustee who stole and sold most of the estate, confiscated all the family papers, photos and “mementos”, to use as an incentive to force me to sign my approval to their theft and destruction of Marina’s estate (my property as her named sole heir and executor) and Marina’s life’s work as a writer and publisher.

Two “Fish” Stories: Both True

Marina and Mr. Fish

Mr. Fish
Mr. Fish

Marina Moore, as a young woman, took rigorous office training from the highly conservative nuns of a major Congregation of nuns in Montreal. The nuns, of course, are Catholic.  With these credentials, Marina entered the work world and rapidly rose to become a highly prized professional in office administration.

Early in her career, however, Marina came home from a brand new job the very same morning she had started.  Home was her parents’ home where all of us lived, at 2264 Hingston Avenue in Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, a district of Montreal.

Had Marina been fired?  Not on your life.

Marina was not only smart, she was beautiful.  But also modest.

On the morning when Marina reported for her new job of secretary to the President, Mr. Fish, her new boss called her into his office with her steno pad to note down how he liked things done.

Top of the list for Mr. Fish was how he liked his coffee:  “With a kiss”.

Marina dropped her steno pad and walked right out.  And that was the end of Mr. Fish.

The story of Mr. Fish is a family heirloom.

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Marina, Fishing on Brome Lake

Magnificent Brome Lake, Eastern Townships
Magnificent Brome Lake, Eastern Townships

In the early 1960s, we were out in a rented wooden row-boat when Marina, at one end of the boat, caught the granddaddy of all eels, a giant barbut with a head the size of a bowling ball, writhing with rubbery whiskers.

As the wriggly monster rose from the waves to peer over the edge of our row-boat right at Marina, who screamed, people in boats near us on the lake stood up to shout their instructions … “Don’t cut the line!  Row to shore!  Drag the fish to the beach!”

But Marina had already cut the line, relieved to dispose of her trophy, possibly the biggest monster eel ever seen in Brome Lake ….

Now, come to think of it, there’s a lot in common with the true-life story of (real name) “Mr. Fish”.  For, whether Boss or Eel, Marina wasted no time cutting one or the other loose.

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