Hazel S. Drumwright
CHESAPEAKE — Hazel Skarren Drumwright, 76, of the 2400 block of Lindbergh Ave., died Aug. 20, 1992, in a nursing home.
Mrs. Drumwright was born in Beaufort, N.C.
Survivors include her husband, E. Alton Drumwright; a daughter, Nancy D. Bailey of Chesapeake; a son, Ronald F. Drumwright of Virginia Beach; and five grandchildren.
The graveside service will be conducted at 2 p.m. Saturday in Rosewood Memorial Park by the Rev. James L. Mahaffey. Friends may join the family from 7 to 8 p.m. today in Smith & Williams Funeral Home, Kempsville Chapel. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Association.
—(Fri.) Aug. 21, 1992 | The Virginian-Pilot
Obit supplied by C. E. Bailey
____________________________________________________
EULOGY FOR HAZEL DRUMWRIGHT
I would become so happy and excited, when I was growing up, whenever I heard that we were going for a ride to visit Quack Grandmama and Quack Granddaddy. It was Grandmama I was especially anxious to see, because she was always in good spirits and just as excited to see me as I was to see her. We never failed to make each other laugh, and I will never forget that unique laugh of hers. She played games with us at the kitchen table, croquet with us in the back yard, even knocked bowling pins down with us in the hallway. And I recall the many holiday dinners at their house, sitting at the kitchen bar and watching her and chatting with her as she helped Granddaddy baste the turkey or wash the dishes. And unwrapping presents in their living room was made more fun because after tearing off the gift wrap, we kids would shriek with joy at what we got and then jump up to show Grandmama, who would be just as thrilled as we were.
And I recall how I hated to leave when our visits came to an end. She and Granddaddy would never just shut the door. They'd come out onto the porch and wave and blow kisses at us until we rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
I have met kids growing up who never knew their grandparents or rarely ever saw them. And I have known people who never gave much thought to theirs. But Grandmama – the warm-hearted, embracing, good-natured woman that she was – largely defined grandparent for me. She was such a major part of my childhood and I will never be able to think back on it without thinking of her, seeing her face, hearing her laugh, and remembering her grandmotherliness. Were I to look up the word "grandmother," I'd half expect to see her name printed there.
Some of us last saw her at Christmas. You couldn't engage her in conversation but she could still laugh at something funny one of us told her. Despite all else, she retained her sense of humor all these years. Her humor was contagious and it is the one attribute about her I think I will most recall.
In her last years she may not have been able to remember what you told her sixty seconds ago, but she sure could still remember memories from her childhood 60 years ago as vividly as if they had happened only yesterday. I sat with her at the dinner table once and when her hometown of Beaufort was mentioned, she came alive with memories of the farm animals she kept as pets and of going fishing with her father.
Her favorite song in recent years was the one she liked to sit down and play on her favorite toy, her favorite piece of furniture, her electronic organ. The song is "I'm Always Chasing Rainbows." She could play the songs from her songbooks, like that one, by heart and she could play them more smoothly and melodically than any of the rest of us. When the motor of that organ, after so many years, finally gave out a while back, Granddaddy wasted no time in buying her another one. I know he got it for her in order to keep her occupied, but I suspect that he also got it for her because the house would certainly have been an empty, quiet place without it, without the sound of her music filling every room.
My grandfather was the letter writer of the two and I have all the many letters that he wrote to me over the years. But among them is one letter he did not write. She wrote it. It is the only letter I have from her, dated October 1980. My family had moved earlier that year and in her letter this is what she said:
Dear Charles
I hope you like your new home, school, and town. I know that is a lot of new things to get used to at one time, but I know you can do it.
Grandaddy and I enjoyed your letters to us. I'm sorry we've been so late in answering your letters. We have enjoyed them so very much. You write such interesting letters….
…I still have the petals from the flowers in your and your mother's garden. They still look as fresh as when we got them.
I'm going to save them as long as I can.
I understand you all have a new organ. I know you will all enjoy it. I hope you are still interested in playing the organ. It's very good exercise for your hands and fingers, and you seem to love making music so much. I do too. That's what I get the most enjoyment out of.
Well honey I guess I'll close. Just remember that Grandaddy and I love you very much. We hope things will work out well for all of you always. Write to us again real soon, and please tell Dana and "Jenny" we'll write to them soon.
Remember that Gran Daddy and I love you all very much, and want you all to be happy always.
Write to us again real soon and tell us all the news. Remember, we love you.
Gran mama & Gran Daddy.
I treasure this letter perhaps more than any other not only because it is rare but because it is a reminder of the woman, wife, mother, and grandmother she was before her decline. Especially to those of us who are her grandchildren, it may seem hard to remember her as she used to be. It's been so long since she was in full health, mind, and spirit. But 12 years ago, she was able to write this letter. It is the wife, mother, and grandmother who wrote this letter that I prefer to remember and whom we who knew her intimately should never forget.
Her health and mind may have been diminished, but not her spirit. And that is one characteristic that lasted to the end.
In only a few months, Hazel Drumwright would have become a great-grandmother. When that child comes into this world, he or she may be richly blessed in many ways, but will be all the poorer for not having been doted on or kissed on the cheek or made to laugh by a woman who I know would have been as wonderful a great-grandmother as she was a wife, mother, and as she was as a grandmother.
--C. E. Bailey
August 1992
CHESAPEAKE — Hazel Skarren Drumwright, 76, of the 2400 block of Lindbergh Ave., died Aug. 20, 1992, in a nursing home.
Mrs. Drumwright was born in Beaufort, N.C.
Survivors include her husband, E. Alton Drumwright; a daughter, Nancy D. Bailey of Chesapeake; a son, Ronald F. Drumwright of Virginia Beach; and five grandchildren.
The graveside service will be conducted at 2 p.m. Saturday in Rosewood Memorial Park by the Rev. James L. Mahaffey. Friends may join the family from 7 to 8 p.m. today in Smith & Williams Funeral Home, Kempsville Chapel. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Association.
—(Fri.) Aug. 21, 1992 | The Virginian-Pilot
Obit supplied by C. E. Bailey
____________________________________________________
EULOGY FOR HAZEL DRUMWRIGHT
I would become so happy and excited, when I was growing up, whenever I heard that we were going for a ride to visit Quack Grandmama and Quack Granddaddy. It was Grandmama I was especially anxious to see, because she was always in good spirits and just as excited to see me as I was to see her. We never failed to make each other laugh, and I will never forget that unique laugh of hers. She played games with us at the kitchen table, croquet with us in the back yard, even knocked bowling pins down with us in the hallway. And I recall the many holiday dinners at their house, sitting at the kitchen bar and watching her and chatting with her as she helped Granddaddy baste the turkey or wash the dishes. And unwrapping presents in their living room was made more fun because after tearing off the gift wrap, we kids would shriek with joy at what we got and then jump up to show Grandmama, who would be just as thrilled as we were.
And I recall how I hated to leave when our visits came to an end. She and Granddaddy would never just shut the door. They'd come out onto the porch and wave and blow kisses at us until we rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
I have met kids growing up who never knew their grandparents or rarely ever saw them. And I have known people who never gave much thought to theirs. But Grandmama – the warm-hearted, embracing, good-natured woman that she was – largely defined grandparent for me. She was such a major part of my childhood and I will never be able to think back on it without thinking of her, seeing her face, hearing her laugh, and remembering her grandmotherliness. Were I to look up the word "grandmother," I'd half expect to see her name printed there.
Some of us last saw her at Christmas. You couldn't engage her in conversation but she could still laugh at something funny one of us told her. Despite all else, she retained her sense of humor all these years. Her humor was contagious and it is the one attribute about her I think I will most recall.
In her last years she may not have been able to remember what you told her sixty seconds ago, but she sure could still remember memories from her childhood 60 years ago as vividly as if they had happened only yesterday. I sat with her at the dinner table once and when her hometown of Beaufort was mentioned, she came alive with memories of the farm animals she kept as pets and of going fishing with her father.
Her favorite song in recent years was the one she liked to sit down and play on her favorite toy, her favorite piece of furniture, her electronic organ. The song is "I'm Always Chasing Rainbows." She could play the songs from her songbooks, like that one, by heart and she could play them more smoothly and melodically than any of the rest of us. When the motor of that organ, after so many years, finally gave out a while back, Granddaddy wasted no time in buying her another one. I know he got it for her in order to keep her occupied, but I suspect that he also got it for her because the house would certainly have been an empty, quiet place without it, without the sound of her music filling every room.
My grandfather was the letter writer of the two and I have all the many letters that he wrote to me over the years. But among them is one letter he did not write. She wrote it. It is the only letter I have from her, dated October 1980. My family had moved earlier that year and in her letter this is what she said:
Dear Charles
I hope you like your new home, school, and town. I know that is a lot of new things to get used to at one time, but I know you can do it.
Grandaddy and I enjoyed your letters to us. I'm sorry we've been so late in answering your letters. We have enjoyed them so very much. You write such interesting letters….
…I still have the petals from the flowers in your and your mother's garden. They still look as fresh as when we got them.
I'm going to save them as long as I can.
I understand you all have a new organ. I know you will all enjoy it. I hope you are still interested in playing the organ. It's very good exercise for your hands and fingers, and you seem to love making music so much. I do too. That's what I get the most enjoyment out of.
Well honey I guess I'll close. Just remember that Grandaddy and I love you very much. We hope things will work out well for all of you always. Write to us again real soon, and please tell Dana and "Jenny" we'll write to them soon.
Remember that Gran Daddy and I love you all very much, and want you all to be happy always.
Write to us again real soon and tell us all the news. Remember, we love you.
Gran mama & Gran Daddy.
I treasure this letter perhaps more than any other not only because it is rare but because it is a reminder of the woman, wife, mother, and grandmother she was before her decline. Especially to those of us who are her grandchildren, it may seem hard to remember her as she used to be. It's been so long since she was in full health, mind, and spirit. But 12 years ago, she was able to write this letter. It is the wife, mother, and grandmother who wrote this letter that I prefer to remember and whom we who knew her intimately should never forget.
Her health and mind may have been diminished, but not her spirit. And that is one characteristic that lasted to the end.
In only a few months, Hazel Drumwright would have become a great-grandmother. When that child comes into this world, he or she may be richly blessed in many ways, but will be all the poorer for not having been doted on or kissed on the cheek or made to laugh by a woman who I know would have been as wonderful a great-grandmother as she was a wife, mother, and as she was as a grandmother.
--C. E. Bailey
August 1992
Hazel S. Drumwright
CHESAPEAKE — Hazel Skarren Drumwright, 76, of the 2400 block of Lindbergh Ave., died Aug. 20, 1992, in a nursing home.
Mrs. Drumwright was born in Beaufort, N.C.
Survivors include her husband, E. Alton Drumwright; a daughter, Nancy D. Bailey of Chesapeake; a son, Ronald F. Drumwright of Virginia Beach; and five grandchildren.
The graveside service will be conducted at 2 p.m. Saturday in Rosewood Memorial Park by the Rev. James L. Mahaffey. Friends may join the family from 7 to 8 p.m. today in Smith & Williams Funeral Home, Kempsville Chapel. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Association.
—(Fri.) Aug. 21, 1992 | The Virginian-Pilot
Obit supplied by C. E. Bailey
____________________________________________________
EULOGY FOR HAZEL DRUMWRIGHT
I would become so happy and excited, when I was growing up, whenever I heard that we were going for a ride to visit Quack Grandmama and Quack Granddaddy. It was Grandmama I was especially anxious to see, because she was always in good spirits and just as excited to see me as I was to see her. We never failed to make each other laugh, and I will never forget that unique laugh of hers. She played games with us at the kitchen table, croquet with us in the back yard, even knocked bowling pins down with us in the hallway. And I recall the many holiday dinners at their house, sitting at the kitchen bar and watching her and chatting with her as she helped Granddaddy baste the turkey or wash the dishes. And unwrapping presents in their living room was made more fun because after tearing off the gift wrap, we kids would shriek with joy at what we got and then jump up to show Grandmama, who would be just as thrilled as we were.
And I recall how I hated to leave when our visits came to an end. She and Granddaddy would never just shut the door. They'd come out onto the porch and wave and blow kisses at us until we rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
I have met kids growing up who never knew their grandparents or rarely ever saw them. And I have known people who never gave much thought to theirs. But Grandmama – the warm-hearted, embracing, good-natured woman that she was – largely defined grandparent for me. She was such a major part of my childhood and I will never be able to think back on it without thinking of her, seeing her face, hearing her laugh, and remembering her grandmotherliness. Were I to look up the word "grandmother," I'd half expect to see her name printed there.
Some of us last saw her at Christmas. You couldn't engage her in conversation but she could still laugh at something funny one of us told her. Despite all else, she retained her sense of humor all these years. Her humor was contagious and it is the one attribute about her I think I will most recall.
In her last years she may not have been able to remember what you told her sixty seconds ago, but she sure could still remember memories from her childhood 60 years ago as vividly as if they had happened only yesterday. I sat with her at the dinner table once and when her hometown of Beaufort was mentioned, she came alive with memories of the farm animals she kept as pets and of going fishing with her father.
Her favorite song in recent years was the one she liked to sit down and play on her favorite toy, her favorite piece of furniture, her electronic organ. The song is "I'm Always Chasing Rainbows." She could play the songs from her songbooks, like that one, by heart and she could play them more smoothly and melodically than any of the rest of us. When the motor of that organ, after so many years, finally gave out a while back, Granddaddy wasted no time in buying her another one. I know he got it for her in order to keep her occupied, but I suspect that he also got it for her because the house would certainly have been an empty, quiet place without it, without the sound of her music filling every room.
My grandfather was the letter writer of the two and I have all the many letters that he wrote to me over the years. But among them is one letter he did not write. She wrote it. It is the only letter I have from her, dated October 1980. My family had moved earlier that year and in her letter this is what she said:
Dear Charles
I hope you like your new home, school, and town. I know that is a lot of new things to get used to at one time, but I know you can do it.
Grandaddy and I enjoyed your letters to us. I'm sorry we've been so late in answering your letters. We have enjoyed them so very much. You write such interesting letters….
…I still have the petals from the flowers in your and your mother's garden. They still look as fresh as when we got them.
I'm going to save them as long as I can.
I understand you all have a new organ. I know you will all enjoy it. I hope you are still interested in playing the organ. It's very good exercise for your hands and fingers, and you seem to love making music so much. I do too. That's what I get the most enjoyment out of.
Well honey I guess I'll close. Just remember that Grandaddy and I love you very much. We hope things will work out well for all of you always. Write to us again real soon, and please tell Dana and "Jenny" we'll write to them soon.
Remember that Gran Daddy and I love you all very much, and want you all to be happy always.
Write to us again real soon and tell us all the news. Remember, we love you.
Gran mama & Gran Daddy.
I treasure this letter perhaps more than any other not only because it is rare but because it is a reminder of the woman, wife, mother, and grandmother she was before her decline. Especially to those of us who are her grandchildren, it may seem hard to remember her as she used to be. It's been so long since she was in full health, mind, and spirit. But 12 years ago, she was able to write this letter. It is the wife, mother, and grandmother who wrote this letter that I prefer to remember and whom we who knew her intimately should never forget.
Her health and mind may have been diminished, but not her spirit. And that is one characteristic that lasted to the end.
In only a few months, Hazel Drumwright would have become a great-grandmother. When that child comes into this world, he or she may be richly blessed in many ways, but will be all the poorer for not having been doted on or kissed on the cheek or made to laugh by a woman who I know would have been as wonderful a great-grandmother as she was a wife, mother, and as she was as a grandmother.
--C. E. Bailey
August 1992
CHESAPEAKE — Hazel Skarren Drumwright, 76, of the 2400 block of Lindbergh Ave., died Aug. 20, 1992, in a nursing home.
Mrs. Drumwright was born in Beaufort, N.C.
Survivors include her husband, E. Alton Drumwright; a daughter, Nancy D. Bailey of Chesapeake; a son, Ronald F. Drumwright of Virginia Beach; and five grandchildren.
The graveside service will be conducted at 2 p.m. Saturday in Rosewood Memorial Park by the Rev. James L. Mahaffey. Friends may join the family from 7 to 8 p.m. today in Smith & Williams Funeral Home, Kempsville Chapel. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Association.
—(Fri.) Aug. 21, 1992 | The Virginian-Pilot
Obit supplied by C. E. Bailey
____________________________________________________
EULOGY FOR HAZEL DRUMWRIGHT
I would become so happy and excited, when I was growing up, whenever I heard that we were going for a ride to visit Quack Grandmama and Quack Granddaddy. It was Grandmama I was especially anxious to see, because she was always in good spirits and just as excited to see me as I was to see her. We never failed to make each other laugh, and I will never forget that unique laugh of hers. She played games with us at the kitchen table, croquet with us in the back yard, even knocked bowling pins down with us in the hallway. And I recall the many holiday dinners at their house, sitting at the kitchen bar and watching her and chatting with her as she helped Granddaddy baste the turkey or wash the dishes. And unwrapping presents in their living room was made more fun because after tearing off the gift wrap, we kids would shriek with joy at what we got and then jump up to show Grandmama, who would be just as thrilled as we were.
And I recall how I hated to leave when our visits came to an end. She and Granddaddy would never just shut the door. They'd come out onto the porch and wave and blow kisses at us until we rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
I have met kids growing up who never knew their grandparents or rarely ever saw them. And I have known people who never gave much thought to theirs. But Grandmama – the warm-hearted, embracing, good-natured woman that she was – largely defined grandparent for me. She was such a major part of my childhood and I will never be able to think back on it without thinking of her, seeing her face, hearing her laugh, and remembering her grandmotherliness. Were I to look up the word "grandmother," I'd half expect to see her name printed there.
Some of us last saw her at Christmas. You couldn't engage her in conversation but she could still laugh at something funny one of us told her. Despite all else, she retained her sense of humor all these years. Her humor was contagious and it is the one attribute about her I think I will most recall.
In her last years she may not have been able to remember what you told her sixty seconds ago, but she sure could still remember memories from her childhood 60 years ago as vividly as if they had happened only yesterday. I sat with her at the dinner table once and when her hometown of Beaufort was mentioned, she came alive with memories of the farm animals she kept as pets and of going fishing with her father.
Her favorite song in recent years was the one she liked to sit down and play on her favorite toy, her favorite piece of furniture, her electronic organ. The song is "I'm Always Chasing Rainbows." She could play the songs from her songbooks, like that one, by heart and she could play them more smoothly and melodically than any of the rest of us. When the motor of that organ, after so many years, finally gave out a while back, Granddaddy wasted no time in buying her another one. I know he got it for her in order to keep her occupied, but I suspect that he also got it for her because the house would certainly have been an empty, quiet place without it, without the sound of her music filling every room.
My grandfather was the letter writer of the two and I have all the many letters that he wrote to me over the years. But among them is one letter he did not write. She wrote it. It is the only letter I have from her, dated October 1980. My family had moved earlier that year and in her letter this is what she said:
Dear Charles
I hope you like your new home, school, and town. I know that is a lot of new things to get used to at one time, but I know you can do it.
Grandaddy and I enjoyed your letters to us. I'm sorry we've been so late in answering your letters. We have enjoyed them so very much. You write such interesting letters….
…I still have the petals from the flowers in your and your mother's garden. They still look as fresh as when we got them.
I'm going to save them as long as I can.
I understand you all have a new organ. I know you will all enjoy it. I hope you are still interested in playing the organ. It's very good exercise for your hands and fingers, and you seem to love making music so much. I do too. That's what I get the most enjoyment out of.
Well honey I guess I'll close. Just remember that Grandaddy and I love you very much. We hope things will work out well for all of you always. Write to us again real soon, and please tell Dana and "Jenny" we'll write to them soon.
Remember that Gran Daddy and I love you all very much, and want you all to be happy always.
Write to us again real soon and tell us all the news. Remember, we love you.
Gran mama & Gran Daddy.
I treasure this letter perhaps more than any other not only because it is rare but because it is a reminder of the woman, wife, mother, and grandmother she was before her decline. Especially to those of us who are her grandchildren, it may seem hard to remember her as she used to be. It's been so long since she was in full health, mind, and spirit. But 12 years ago, she was able to write this letter. It is the wife, mother, and grandmother who wrote this letter that I prefer to remember and whom we who knew her intimately should never forget.
Her health and mind may have been diminished, but not her spirit. And that is one characteristic that lasted to the end.
In only a few months, Hazel Drumwright would have become a great-grandmother. When that child comes into this world, he or she may be richly blessed in many ways, but will be all the poorer for not having been doted on or kissed on the cheek or made to laugh by a woman who I know would have been as wonderful a great-grandmother as she was a wife, mother, and as she was as a grandmother.
--C. E. Bailey
August 1992
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