On Tuesday 14th December, 2010, I bade farewell to my mom.

She has departed this life and moved unto a better life.

April 4th, 1911 - Dec 14th, 2010.

Mrs.(Nurse) Leoma A Wilson.


Copyright © Yvonne A C Wilson

God saw the rugged path was getting hard to climb.

He gently closed her weary eyes and whispered,

Peace be thine.

Video:Mom presenting "Attributes of Dominique Kubuli" to the Government and People of Dominica

Click on the video screen to see her present my painting to the National Museum in Dominica. She was then ninety (90) years old.

Mom on Radio with Steinberg Henry, 2001 Mom on Radio with Steinberg Henry, 2001

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Mom's Portrait, 1976
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1934 1944 Her wedding, 1956 Our Wedding, 1980 80th B/day, 1991.

Mom at 88 Infront of boyhood home Mom an I,1999

Age 88 1999 Age 90, 2001 Age 95, 2006 Age 98, 2009 Mom honored
Mom honored DNA Award CNO Award.

Mrs.(Nurse) Leoma Alexander Wilson, was born in St Joseph, The Commonwealth of Dominica, W.I. on Tuesday April 4th, 1911. She was the last of eight (8) children born to Rebecca (née Carrel) and St Louis Alexander of St Joseph. She was a tough lady who took no nonsense from anyone, yet she was a kind hearted woman who was an expert at nurturing the young people in her charge. Mom lost her mother very early (1927) and struck out on her, own first to become a teacher for five years and then a nurse in 1934. She studied nursing in Dominica initially and then in 1944, she went to Demarara, Guyana, to further her studies in nursing. She also went to Barbados and St Croix for additional training in 1965. She specialized in prenatal and post natal care.

On December 31st, 1956, she married Mr. Henzie Augustus Wilson and moved from Roseau to Portsmouth on February 3rd, 1957. In Portmouth, she had her own clinic and was also responsible for supervising district nurses in the Northern half of Dominica, stretching from Coulibistrie to Salybia and all villages north of that line. Mom was also a midwife who estimates that she delivered in excess of 3000 babies. I remember her getting calls in the middle of the night to come to deliver babies. Eventually, she retired from nursing in 1972, at which time she moved back to Cornwall St. Newtown.

She gave birth to two sons, Edward Anthony Wilson (12/9/1949 -12/14/1998) and

She gave birth to two sons, David Gerard Wilson exactly four years later. She had a great sense of timing. Believe it or not, on the same date, she gave birth to her two sons four years apart and departed this world exactly on the 12th anniversary of Eddie's death, today (12/14/2010)

She leaves to mourn her loss, her only surviving son, David, and his wife, Yvonne, in the USA, three grand children, Alex Wilson in Dominica, Ike Wilson, in the UK and Nikki Williams in the US. She had five great-grandchildren, Whitney Mc Intyre, Cameron and Joshua Wilson, Xavier and Dominique Williams. Her stepsons, Henzie and Felix Wilson and step-daughters, Josephine Thomas and Josianna Wilson and also her sister-in-law, Huguette Giraud. Numerous nephews and nieces, Pelham, Andy, Landale, Ross, Curtis, Tony and Dawn Jolly, Claudette Jolly, Evelyn Henry, Rhona Felix and all of the Jolly clan. Lennox and Natalie Guiste, Josephine Lloyd and numerous other relatives and friends including Bertha Joseph and Roy Frampton.

She passed away quietly, this morning, after asking Alex to play her gospel music for her. Yesterday, she received a blessing and communion from her parish priest, Rev Fr. Thomas. She was four (4) months short of her one hundredth (100th) birthday.

Mom was the kindling that ignited my passion for art for which I will be eternally grateful. It was as a result of her efforts to ensure that Eddie and I could read that she inadvertently triggered my faculties of perception of alternative realities. In questioning us on the material that we were supposed to have read, she asked Eddie to identify the map of Italy, which he failed to do. In seeking to indicate that I knew that part of the map, mom slipped in a hint to Eddie that Italy was kicking Sicily. It was a light-bulb moment for me. I shouted,

“Ma, Dominica looks like a penguin and Guadeloupe looks like a butterfly” and therein began her unconscious stimulation of my creativity that has served me well in my artistic endeavour, to this day. She was a strict disciplinarian, but a loving one who would leave no stone unturned to ensure that we would get a good education. I will be eternally grateful for her diligence in that matter.

Mom was the catalyst that spark my insatiable appetite for art

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