moms son, Tom was a wrestler in high school. he had a quickness on the map that if you blinked you would miss his move. mom just loved to support him, she would be making the most noise whether she was in the bleachers or standing near the mat, just screaming at the top of her voice. Some times she would lose her voice the next day. She would also take us to Portland wrestling and she would be one of those silver haired women pounding on the mat yelling at those big tough wrestlers. she had no fear. She was very proud of each of her kids.