I'll see you on the Big Hill, Mom.
My mother introduced me to the sport when my oldest brother bought skis and boots for the family as Christmas gifts. I was 10 years old, the year was 1964. This photo was taken in January 1965 during one of our first try outs in my Uncle's back yard. Little did we know that skiing would become one of my my greatest passions.
Mom learned to ski as a child in Germany. She won many a race in the competitions held between the local schools on the small New England sized mountains in her native northern Bavaria.
Mom passed away a few weeks ago after a five year fight with lung cancer. I thought it would be fitting that I pay tribute to her today here on Epic.
Although she skied in her seventies, golf had become her passion and often played 36 hole a day after retirement. So if you care to reply, give her a golfers send off as well as skiing wishes.
I will miss you, Mother.