After a few years, Mom moved to Montreal, where she met my dad, Martin, a fellow Dutch immigrant. She established a pottery business, and then, after a terrible car accident delayed their wedding, my parents were finally married in November of 1964. I was born three years later and my sister Kristen followed in 1972.
In the fall of 1984, several years after a move to the United States, Mom’s next big educational goal began when she started her college journey at SUNY Plattsburgh. Having always wanted to pursue a bachelor's degree, she decided to join me as I took classes there in my last year of high school.
It certainly was interesting to take my first college classes with my mom. I’ll never forget sitting in front of her in a class about to start a test, and Mom tapping my shoulder saying, “I don’t remember anything!” Looking back, being able to calm her down and encourage her during the beginning of her pursuit of her degree was an honour.
With a move back to Quebec in the summer of 1985, Mom then continued her studies with me at Concordia University, taking two classes each term. We used to take the bus or drive together from the Laurentians, north of Montreal, for our classes. I don’t remember it being strange or intrusive. It was just what we did.
Mom loved her time at Concordia. While her grades were average, the pursuit of knowledge was what was so exciting to her. Studying, papers and exams were all challenging for Mom.
She persevered because she enjoyed her classes — the learning, the interaction with the professors and students, and knowing she was working towards her goal of obtaining a university degree. She was welcomed in all of her classes by professors and students alike and was never made to feel out of place. To this day, she remembers many discussions with classmates.
After I graduated, she continued on to obtain her Bachelor of Arts degree on May 19, 2000.