Rick, you asked us to post memories of Pat and here is one that I retell often (even though it’s been embellished through the years and the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent).
One summer the Maddisons and the Marcettas decided it would be a grand adventure to go camping together. Now I can’t remember where we went, how long we were there or even if the parents remembered to feed us children (I'm writing this before I've had dinner so it's a recurring theme). The one thing I do remember though, is the Great White Hunter.
One afternoon, Jacquie and I being the courteous and industrious children that we were went off to fetch water. Yes, fetch water. To all of you younger O’Hara cousins there were times when we had to pump water in campgrounds it didn’t just come flowing out of a tap. (When did I start sounding like my mother? – I digress). Anyway, Jacquie and I were off to get water and complain about how we were never fed. Maybe it was just me who was complaining, either way we were gone. On our way back from the pump we noticed Pat yelling and screaming at us. Not an unusual sight really but this time she seemed really upset. Wow, did she notice that I stole a Snickers bar?
Apparently, there was a mother grizzly bear in the campground. There also were two cubs in the campground and Jacquie and I were on course to walk right in between these two parties. Jacquie and I noticed Pat and started talking…
Me - “What’s your Mom doing?”
Jacquie – “I dunno, maybe aerobics?”
Me – “She does angry aerobics?”
Jacquie – “Just keep walking”
Well we finally got the point that Pat was trying to keep us out of harms way and we cut through a small bluff to avoid coming between the momma bear and her cubs. That night, the spirit of the Great White Hunter was awoken. The momma grizzly may have roared to protect her young but nothing will match an O’Hara protecting their own.
That night Pat sat by the campfire, gun loaded, or maybe she was loaded and the gun was unloaded? Either way, she stayed out by the campfire all night with the gun with no bullets ready to ward off any danger that came our way.
Thank you Auntie Pat for always making me feel safe.
Luv ya
Dale