These were my words at Mom's Celebration of Life service:
For each of my parents’ 80-th birthdays, I gave them a copy of this book, The Journey: A Celebration of Life: A Guidebook for Writing Your Life Story by Lee Q. Miller.
The intention was that they would read it and answer the questions about their lives. This would then serve as a priceless legacy to my sister and me, our children, their children, and so on. Well, neither of them did their homework as assigned and since Mom was not really capable these last few years after her stroke, I took the opportunity to work on it with her. I asked the questions, she answered, and I wrote. It was amazing how she couldn’t tell me what she had for lunch that day, but she could remember brilliantly the events of 60-70 years ago. I learned a lot about my mother in the process: her father was strict, her mother was kind, her 4 brothers teased her a lot, she and her 7 sisters were taught to always do their share, life on the farm was a lot of hard work, what they did during their leisure time was they didn’t have any, what they did on vacation was more work, and it was great to go to school to get away from all the work. But she survived all that and grew into a beautiful young woman who got straight A’s, cheered for the high school football team, belonged to many clubs, and went to work after high school for Babcock & Wilcox. We continued on through the book and as we got into the deeper life-changing types of questions: most impactful experience, most influential person, most significant event, etc., one theme became very clear: Duane. She said things like, “The timing of their relationship was just about right when he was still wild and needed to be tamed down, they were crazy kids in love but at least Duane had a job and brought home a paycheck, and she was always trying to please Duane which is tough because he is so fussy.” The biggest turning point in her life was going to California to elope with Duane and she never regretted that decision. Even after 63 years, she said the feelings were still the same. She felt they had a good life because they didn’t have any illness and they had good kids.
As one of those good kids, my mother can be thanked for that goodness. She ran a perfect household that I, to this day, have never been able to live up to. Chores were done on specific days of the week every week, the house was always clean and beautifully decorated, and meals were always made from scratch and on the table promptly at 5:15 when Dad would get home from work. She drove us to endless dance and gymnastics lessons, taught Sunday School, and served as Brownie and Girl Scout troop leader. She always knew how to make us feel better when we were tired or sick. She would say, “Drink your orange juice, it’ll wake you up” and it did. Or when feeling carsick after a long car trip, she would open the window and say, “Smell that good Pennsylvania air, it’ll make you feel better” and it did. She thought it best to stay away from doctors and believed if she went to one, they’d be sure to find something wrong with her. Her wisest health advice which still serves us well today was “Everything in moderation, nothing to extreme.” She ruled with an iron fist saying things like, “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna hang you up by your ears!” She mediated fights between Debby and I with the ever helpful advice, “Fight nice you two.”
So what have I learned from my mother over the years? First & foremost she taught me to be independent. If I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times that I must grow up to be independent and never depend on a man. She felt a woman should know how to take care of herself and have her own income so she would never stay in a bad situation merely because she had no other choice. I might have taken this advice a little too far as it took me until I was 31 to get married.
(continued in a 2nd posting)