Wife of Martin L. Loggins PFC USA
Sally Viola Seale Loggins lost her parents at a very young age and was sent to Buckner's Academy in Dallas with her sister, Marie and her brother, Ernest. After graduating from high school, she went to live with her first cousin, Mary Seale Oliver in Keltys, Angelina County, Texas.
She met and married her first husband Vance DeVille Etheridge while living with "Sister" (Mary Seale Oliver) July 17, 1946. Sister's husband, Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver performed the ceremony at their home in Keltys. After their daughter, Nancy was born, she and Vance were divorced.
While working for the commissary store at the Angelina County Lumber Company in Keltys she met her second husband, Jim T. Young. They were married in Keltys at Sister's house by Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver on February 4, 1950. She lived with him until he died in November 16, 1970.
She lived as a widow in Center and Cleveland, Texas until 1973 when she met her last husband, Martin Luther Loggins. They were married in Newton, Newton County, Texas on December 11, 1973.
Near the end of her life she became ill with kidney failure, and her husband Martin became ill with heart problems. He went into a nursing home and Sally lived with her daughter in Grapevine, Texas until she succumbed to her kidney disease.
Her eulogy was written by her grandson, Robert Sterling Ely. It reads:
Today we pay tribute to Sally Viola Loggins. Best known to me as Mimi. My grandmother.
We celebrate her glorious life today. A life spanning 87 years. A long life that witnessed all manner of human conditions and technological triumphs. Over that vast time, her life was peppered with the good and the bad. She saw:
the loss of her parents as a child and the terrifying remand to the orphanage
the birth of the automobile,
the Great Depression,
Pearl Harbor and World War II,
her first love, first marriage, and the birth of her daughter, Nancy
the advent of television,
Korea,
Civil Rights and an end to segregation,
a man walk on the moon,
She saw:
Vietnam,
My birth
Mom's marriage,
her marriage to Mart Loggins, who shared her life for the better part of 40 years, through good and bad times and unfortunately he is too ill to be here today,
the birth of her grandchildren Kris and Kerry,
her daughter's graduation from college, the first to do so in our family,
my marriage to Nikki
September 11th, Afghanistan, Iraq,
the birth of three great grandchildren, Julian, Bianca, and Zac,
Hurricanes Katrina and Rita and the suffering that pronounced their presence,
the birth of untold kittens at her house who she loved like children
and the election of the first black President.
What an incredible journey. During all this, though, she never lost focus about what was really important to her: family, generosity, faith.
She loved to have family around her. She could sit and talk to mom for ages. She enjoyed us all as kids and the grandkids more still. As we kids grew older and dispersed like the wind, I'm sure she mourned in no small way the quietness of the house. But she would never have let you know it. Her demeanor always brightened on the phone when she heard our voices from far away and nary a trouble in sight would always be her reply to "How are you?" Because she would never want you to worry about her.
She never had any things, but it didn't seem to bother her. She always said that if she ever got any money she would give it to all of us. That was indicative of her generosity. You were never for wont at her house. She was always concerned that you hadn't eaten. She would bring you into the kitchen, place you at the table and just about force you to eat! She'd put out plate after plate until you'd think to yourself, I'll never be able to ever eat all this. If you were cold she would take off her sweater and give it to you though she had none else to wear, all the while assuring you that she was quite warm. Your comfort was hers.
Throughout her long life she endured personal tragedies and hardships, but her faith never waivered. She had a basic understanding of God and man. She studied the Bible and presented all of us, at one time or another, with our own Bible in hopes we'd share her devotion to the Almighty. When any of us were in a dire spot, she would comfort us, telling us it was going to be all right, that God would take care of it. She believed in God's teachings with all her heart. She had more faith than just about anyone I have ever known. When something bad happened to her, she'd always console me telling me not to worry that she would always be all right.
As she was apt to believe, the spirit of a person is what those who knew her would have when she would be gone. Her spirit is great. It keeps her close to us in so many ways. I'm sure others can add to this, but here are some that come to mind:
Her quiet acceptance of things as they worked out for good or ill.
Her embarrassed laugh when I'd relate my male conquests to her. She was always my friend and I could speak to her about anything. She would always keep her judgments to herself.
Her rebuke when I'd verbalize something she thought distasteful.
Her stubbornness, that at times was much worse than any mule.
That funny thing she used to do if you tried to tickle her…the swirly arm thing..she would giggle and spiritedly fend off any attack.
Her inner lioness revealed when she leapt to the defense of one of the family
Her sharp tongue if you found yourself on the bad side of her temper.
The glint in her eye when she relished in the story you were telling.
Her clawing at the dashboard, pounding on the floorboard and her blood curdling scream at your driving.
Her love of just the right pair of shoes.
I will carry those things with me the rest of my life, as I'm sure we all will.
Times to Remember. A celebration of her life wouldn't be complete without a wander through the memories and stories that she told. Like:
The time she told me that she was an accomplished beautician, who regularly fixed all the matrons hair at the orphanage.
The time as a young girl, she and others stole away into town to watch a movie at the "picture show" only to come very close to being caught when the lights came up and the matrons were sitting only a few seats away.
The time she told me about her first bus ride just out of the orphanage as a young woman. She climbed aboard, looking puzzled when the driver asked her for money for the fare…she simply didn't know you needed money to ride the bus.
The time she told me of her first motorcycle ride with Nancy's father, holding on to him for dear life as he sped along country roads.
The time she became frustrated with me as a child when making the bed… "I asked her if she was gonna kill me?" her answer was a big hug, and a "I love you."
The time she, Sister, Mart, and Theo took me on a night time drive into the Thicket to track down the legend of the headless rail man. We did see a light that night swaying to and fro in the night. A burning mass in the middle of that lonely road in the emptiness. As we approached it Sister screamed "they're burning bodies"!!! And Mart hightailed it out of there!! Everyone with the wits scared out of them, particularly a very young boy!
The first and last time she ever succumbed to drinking out one night with Mart. She had a couple of gin and tonics and fell down the steps and woke with a monster hangover.
Remembering the little things.
She would sit and talk with Mom endlessly. Cooking for the family. She pretty much made me anything I wanted (including peanut butter pancakes and grape jelly with my eggs), playing crazy 8s with me as a boy, or watching Kris and Kerry at the park, she loved Kris's wry winks when he was a wee boy. She always boasted that Kerry was the smartest kid she'd ever seen.
What a blessing she found mom, as a friend during her life and as a companion and aid at the end of it. Thanks Mom! You did everything possible to give her peace. We are all proud of you.
I don't think you can sum someone up by telling you about them, but I hope I have given you a glimpse at how special she was to all of us and what a void this world has, now that she is gone.
Sally Viola Seale Loggins lost her parents at a very young age and was sent to Buckner's Academy in Dallas with her sister, Marie and her brother, Ernest. After graduating from high school, she went to live with her first cousin, Mary Seale Oliver in Keltys, Angelina County, Texas.
She met and married her first husband Vance DeVille Etheridge while living with "Sister" (Mary Seale Oliver) July 17, 1946. Sister's husband, Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver performed the ceremony at their home in Keltys. After their daughter, Nancy was born, she and Vance were divorced.
While working for the commissary store at the Angelina County Lumber Company in Keltys she met her second husband, Jim T. Young. They were married in Keltys at Sister's house by Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver on February 4, 1950. She lived with him until he died in November 16, 1970.
She lived as a widow in Center and Cleveland, Texas until 1973 when she met her last husband, Martin Luther Loggins. They were married in Newton, Newton County, Texas on December 11, 1973.
Near the end of her life she became ill with kidney failure, and her husband Martin became ill with heart problems. He went into a nursing home and Sally lived with her daughter in Grapevine, Texas until she succumbed to her kidney disease.
Her eulogy was written by her grandson, Robert Sterling Ely. It reads:
Today we pay tribute to Sally Viola Loggins. Best known to me as Mimi. My grandmother.
We celebrate her glorious life today. A life spanning 87 years. A long life that witnessed all manner of human conditions and technological triumphs. Over that vast time, her life was peppered with the good and the bad. She saw:
the loss of her parents as a child and the terrifying remand to the orphanage
the birth of the automobile,
the Great Depression,
Pearl Harbor and World War II,
her first love, first marriage, and the birth of her daughter, Nancy
the advent of television,
Korea,
Civil Rights and an end to segregation,
a man walk on the moon,
She saw:
Vietnam,
My birth
Mom's marriage,
her marriage to Mart Loggins, who shared her life for the better part of 40 years, through good and bad times and unfortunately he is too ill to be here today,
the birth of her grandchildren Kris and Kerry,
her daughter's graduation from college, the first to do so in our family,
my marriage to Nikki
September 11th, Afghanistan, Iraq,
the birth of three great grandchildren, Julian, Bianca, and Zac,
Hurricanes Katrina and Rita and the suffering that pronounced their presence,
the birth of untold kittens at her house who she loved like children
and the election of the first black President.
What an incredible journey. During all this, though, she never lost focus about what was really important to her: family, generosity, faith.
She loved to have family around her. She could sit and talk to mom for ages. She enjoyed us all as kids and the grandkids more still. As we kids grew older and dispersed like the wind, I'm sure she mourned in no small way the quietness of the house. But she would never have let you know it. Her demeanor always brightened on the phone when she heard our voices from far away and nary a trouble in sight would always be her reply to "How are you?" Because she would never want you to worry about her.
She never had any things, but it didn't seem to bother her. She always said that if she ever got any money she would give it to all of us. That was indicative of her generosity. You were never for wont at her house. She was always concerned that you hadn't eaten. She would bring you into the kitchen, place you at the table and just about force you to eat! She'd put out plate after plate until you'd think to yourself, I'll never be able to ever eat all this. If you were cold she would take off her sweater and give it to you though she had none else to wear, all the while assuring you that she was quite warm. Your comfort was hers.
Throughout her long life she endured personal tragedies and hardships, but her faith never waivered. She had a basic understanding of God and man. She studied the Bible and presented all of us, at one time or another, with our own Bible in hopes we'd share her devotion to the Almighty. When any of us were in a dire spot, she would comfort us, telling us it was going to be all right, that God would take care of it. She believed in God's teachings with all her heart. She had more faith than just about anyone I have ever known. When something bad happened to her, she'd always console me telling me not to worry that she would always be all right.
As she was apt to believe, the spirit of a person is what those who knew her would have when she would be gone. Her spirit is great. It keeps her close to us in so many ways. I'm sure others can add to this, but here are some that come to mind:
Her quiet acceptance of things as they worked out for good or ill.
Her embarrassed laugh when I'd relate my male conquests to her. She was always my friend and I could speak to her about anything. She would always keep her judgments to herself.
Her rebuke when I'd verbalize something she thought distasteful.
Her stubbornness, that at times was much worse than any mule.
That funny thing she used to do if you tried to tickle her…the swirly arm thing..she would giggle and spiritedly fend off any attack.
Her inner lioness revealed when she leapt to the defense of one of the family
Her sharp tongue if you found yourself on the bad side of her temper.
The glint in her eye when she relished in the story you were telling.
Her clawing at the dashboard, pounding on the floorboard and her blood curdling scream at your driving.
Her love of just the right pair of shoes.
I will carry those things with me the rest of my life, as I'm sure we all will.
Times to Remember. A celebration of her life wouldn't be complete without a wander through the memories and stories that she told. Like:
The time she told me that she was an accomplished beautician, who regularly fixed all the matrons hair at the orphanage.
The time as a young girl, she and others stole away into town to watch a movie at the "picture show" only to come very close to being caught when the lights came up and the matrons were sitting only a few seats away.
The time she told me about her first bus ride just out of the orphanage as a young woman. She climbed aboard, looking puzzled when the driver asked her for money for the fare…she simply didn't know you needed money to ride the bus.
The time she told me of her first motorcycle ride with Nancy's father, holding on to him for dear life as he sped along country roads.
The time she became frustrated with me as a child when making the bed… "I asked her if she was gonna kill me?" her answer was a big hug, and a "I love you."
The time she, Sister, Mart, and Theo took me on a night time drive into the Thicket to track down the legend of the headless rail man. We did see a light that night swaying to and fro in the night. A burning mass in the middle of that lonely road in the emptiness. As we approached it Sister screamed "they're burning bodies"!!! And Mart hightailed it out of there!! Everyone with the wits scared out of them, particularly a very young boy!
The first and last time she ever succumbed to drinking out one night with Mart. She had a couple of gin and tonics and fell down the steps and woke with a monster hangover.
Remembering the little things.
She would sit and talk with Mom endlessly. Cooking for the family. She pretty much made me anything I wanted (including peanut butter pancakes and grape jelly with my eggs), playing crazy 8s with me as a boy, or watching Kris and Kerry at the park, she loved Kris's wry winks when he was a wee boy. She always boasted that Kerry was the smartest kid she'd ever seen.
What a blessing she found mom, as a friend during her life and as a companion and aid at the end of it. Thanks Mom! You did everything possible to give her peace. We are all proud of you.
I don't think you can sum someone up by telling you about them, but I hope I have given you a glimpse at how special she was to all of us and what a void this world has, now that she is gone.
Wife of Martin L. Loggins PFC USA
Sally Viola Seale Loggins lost her parents at a very young age and was sent to Buckner's Academy in Dallas with her sister, Marie and her brother, Ernest. After graduating from high school, she went to live with her first cousin, Mary Seale Oliver in Keltys, Angelina County, Texas.
She met and married her first husband Vance DeVille Etheridge while living with "Sister" (Mary Seale Oliver) July 17, 1946. Sister's husband, Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver performed the ceremony at their home in Keltys. After their daughter, Nancy was born, she and Vance were divorced.
While working for the commissary store at the Angelina County Lumber Company in Keltys she met her second husband, Jim T. Young. They were married in Keltys at Sister's house by Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver on February 4, 1950. She lived with him until he died in November 16, 1970.
She lived as a widow in Center and Cleveland, Texas until 1973 when she met her last husband, Martin Luther Loggins. They were married in Newton, Newton County, Texas on December 11, 1973.
Near the end of her life she became ill with kidney failure, and her husband Martin became ill with heart problems. He went into a nursing home and Sally lived with her daughter in Grapevine, Texas until she succumbed to her kidney disease.
Her eulogy was written by her grandson, Robert Sterling Ely. It reads:
Today we pay tribute to Sally Viola Loggins. Best known to me as Mimi. My grandmother.
We celebrate her glorious life today. A life spanning 87 years. A long life that witnessed all manner of human conditions and technological triumphs. Over that vast time, her life was peppered with the good and the bad. She saw:
the loss of her parents as a child and the terrifying remand to the orphanage
the birth of the automobile,
the Great Depression,
Pearl Harbor and World War II,
her first love, first marriage, and the birth of her daughter, Nancy
the advent of television,
Korea,
Civil Rights and an end to segregation,
a man walk on the moon,
She saw:
Vietnam,
My birth
Mom's marriage,
her marriage to Mart Loggins, who shared her life for the better part of 40 years, through good and bad times and unfortunately he is too ill to be here today,
the birth of her grandchildren Kris and Kerry,
her daughter's graduation from college, the first to do so in our family,
my marriage to Nikki
September 11th, Afghanistan, Iraq,
the birth of three great grandchildren, Julian, Bianca, and Zac,
Hurricanes Katrina and Rita and the suffering that pronounced their presence,
the birth of untold kittens at her house who she loved like children
and the election of the first black President.
What an incredible journey. During all this, though, she never lost focus about what was really important to her: family, generosity, faith.
She loved to have family around her. She could sit and talk to mom for ages. She enjoyed us all as kids and the grandkids more still. As we kids grew older and dispersed like the wind, I'm sure she mourned in no small way the quietness of the house. But she would never have let you know it. Her demeanor always brightened on the phone when she heard our voices from far away and nary a trouble in sight would always be her reply to "How are you?" Because she would never want you to worry about her.
She never had any things, but it didn't seem to bother her. She always said that if she ever got any money she would give it to all of us. That was indicative of her generosity. You were never for wont at her house. She was always concerned that you hadn't eaten. She would bring you into the kitchen, place you at the table and just about force you to eat! She'd put out plate after plate until you'd think to yourself, I'll never be able to ever eat all this. If you were cold she would take off her sweater and give it to you though she had none else to wear, all the while assuring you that she was quite warm. Your comfort was hers.
Throughout her long life she endured personal tragedies and hardships, but her faith never waivered. She had a basic understanding of God and man. She studied the Bible and presented all of us, at one time or another, with our own Bible in hopes we'd share her devotion to the Almighty. When any of us were in a dire spot, she would comfort us, telling us it was going to be all right, that God would take care of it. She believed in God's teachings with all her heart. She had more faith than just about anyone I have ever known. When something bad happened to her, she'd always console me telling me not to worry that she would always be all right.
As she was apt to believe, the spirit of a person is what those who knew her would have when she would be gone. Her spirit is great. It keeps her close to us in so many ways. I'm sure others can add to this, but here are some that come to mind:
Her quiet acceptance of things as they worked out for good or ill.
Her embarrassed laugh when I'd relate my male conquests to her. She was always my friend and I could speak to her about anything. She would always keep her judgments to herself.
Her rebuke when I'd verbalize something she thought distasteful.
Her stubbornness, that at times was much worse than any mule.
That funny thing she used to do if you tried to tickle her…the swirly arm thing..she would giggle and spiritedly fend off any attack.
Her inner lioness revealed when she leapt to the defense of one of the family
Her sharp tongue if you found yourself on the bad side of her temper.
The glint in her eye when she relished in the story you were telling.
Her clawing at the dashboard, pounding on the floorboard and her blood curdling scream at your driving.
Her love of just the right pair of shoes.
I will carry those things with me the rest of my life, as I'm sure we all will.
Times to Remember. A celebration of her life wouldn't be complete without a wander through the memories and stories that she told. Like:
The time she told me that she was an accomplished beautician, who regularly fixed all the matrons hair at the orphanage.
The time as a young girl, she and others stole away into town to watch a movie at the "picture show" only to come very close to being caught when the lights came up and the matrons were sitting only a few seats away.
The time she told me about her first bus ride just out of the orphanage as a young woman. She climbed aboard, looking puzzled when the driver asked her for money for the fare…she simply didn't know you needed money to ride the bus.
The time she told me of her first motorcycle ride with Nancy's father, holding on to him for dear life as he sped along country roads.
The time she became frustrated with me as a child when making the bed… "I asked her if she was gonna kill me?" her answer was a big hug, and a "I love you."
The time she, Sister, Mart, and Theo took me on a night time drive into the Thicket to track down the legend of the headless rail man. We did see a light that night swaying to and fro in the night. A burning mass in the middle of that lonely road in the emptiness. As we approached it Sister screamed "they're burning bodies"!!! And Mart hightailed it out of there!! Everyone with the wits scared out of them, particularly a very young boy!
The first and last time she ever succumbed to drinking out one night with Mart. She had a couple of gin and tonics and fell down the steps and woke with a monster hangover.
Remembering the little things.
She would sit and talk with Mom endlessly. Cooking for the family. She pretty much made me anything I wanted (including peanut butter pancakes and grape jelly with my eggs), playing crazy 8s with me as a boy, or watching Kris and Kerry at the park, she loved Kris's wry winks when he was a wee boy. She always boasted that Kerry was the smartest kid she'd ever seen.
What a blessing she found mom, as a friend during her life and as a companion and aid at the end of it. Thanks Mom! You did everything possible to give her peace. We are all proud of you.
I don't think you can sum someone up by telling you about them, but I hope I have given you a glimpse at how special she was to all of us and what a void this world has, now that she is gone.
Sally Viola Seale Loggins lost her parents at a very young age and was sent to Buckner's Academy in Dallas with her sister, Marie and her brother, Ernest. After graduating from high school, she went to live with her first cousin, Mary Seale Oliver in Keltys, Angelina County, Texas.
She met and married her first husband Vance DeVille Etheridge while living with "Sister" (Mary Seale Oliver) July 17, 1946. Sister's husband, Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver performed the ceremony at their home in Keltys. After their daughter, Nancy was born, she and Vance were divorced.
While working for the commissary store at the Angelina County Lumber Company in Keltys she met her second husband, Jim T. Young. They were married in Keltys at Sister's house by Rev. Richard Calvin Oliver on February 4, 1950. She lived with him until he died in November 16, 1970.
She lived as a widow in Center and Cleveland, Texas until 1973 when she met her last husband, Martin Luther Loggins. They were married in Newton, Newton County, Texas on December 11, 1973.
Near the end of her life she became ill with kidney failure, and her husband Martin became ill with heart problems. He went into a nursing home and Sally lived with her daughter in Grapevine, Texas until she succumbed to her kidney disease.
Her eulogy was written by her grandson, Robert Sterling Ely. It reads:
Today we pay tribute to Sally Viola Loggins. Best known to me as Mimi. My grandmother.
We celebrate her glorious life today. A life spanning 87 years. A long life that witnessed all manner of human conditions and technological triumphs. Over that vast time, her life was peppered with the good and the bad. She saw:
the loss of her parents as a child and the terrifying remand to the orphanage
the birth of the automobile,
the Great Depression,
Pearl Harbor and World War II,
her first love, first marriage, and the birth of her daughter, Nancy
the advent of television,
Korea,
Civil Rights and an end to segregation,
a man walk on the moon,
She saw:
Vietnam,
My birth
Mom's marriage,
her marriage to Mart Loggins, who shared her life for the better part of 40 years, through good and bad times and unfortunately he is too ill to be here today,
the birth of her grandchildren Kris and Kerry,
her daughter's graduation from college, the first to do so in our family,
my marriage to Nikki
September 11th, Afghanistan, Iraq,
the birth of three great grandchildren, Julian, Bianca, and Zac,
Hurricanes Katrina and Rita and the suffering that pronounced their presence,
the birth of untold kittens at her house who she loved like children
and the election of the first black President.
What an incredible journey. During all this, though, she never lost focus about what was really important to her: family, generosity, faith.
She loved to have family around her. She could sit and talk to mom for ages. She enjoyed us all as kids and the grandkids more still. As we kids grew older and dispersed like the wind, I'm sure she mourned in no small way the quietness of the house. But she would never have let you know it. Her demeanor always brightened on the phone when she heard our voices from far away and nary a trouble in sight would always be her reply to "How are you?" Because she would never want you to worry about her.
She never had any things, but it didn't seem to bother her. She always said that if she ever got any money she would give it to all of us. That was indicative of her generosity. You were never for wont at her house. She was always concerned that you hadn't eaten. She would bring you into the kitchen, place you at the table and just about force you to eat! She'd put out plate after plate until you'd think to yourself, I'll never be able to ever eat all this. If you were cold she would take off her sweater and give it to you though she had none else to wear, all the while assuring you that she was quite warm. Your comfort was hers.
Throughout her long life she endured personal tragedies and hardships, but her faith never waivered. She had a basic understanding of God and man. She studied the Bible and presented all of us, at one time or another, with our own Bible in hopes we'd share her devotion to the Almighty. When any of us were in a dire spot, she would comfort us, telling us it was going to be all right, that God would take care of it. She believed in God's teachings with all her heart. She had more faith than just about anyone I have ever known. When something bad happened to her, she'd always console me telling me not to worry that she would always be all right.
As she was apt to believe, the spirit of a person is what those who knew her would have when she would be gone. Her spirit is great. It keeps her close to us in so many ways. I'm sure others can add to this, but here are some that come to mind:
Her quiet acceptance of things as they worked out for good or ill.
Her embarrassed laugh when I'd relate my male conquests to her. She was always my friend and I could speak to her about anything. She would always keep her judgments to herself.
Her rebuke when I'd verbalize something she thought distasteful.
Her stubbornness, that at times was much worse than any mule.
That funny thing she used to do if you tried to tickle her…the swirly arm thing..she would giggle and spiritedly fend off any attack.
Her inner lioness revealed when she leapt to the defense of one of the family
Her sharp tongue if you found yourself on the bad side of her temper.
The glint in her eye when she relished in the story you were telling.
Her clawing at the dashboard, pounding on the floorboard and her blood curdling scream at your driving.
Her love of just the right pair of shoes.
I will carry those things with me the rest of my life, as I'm sure we all will.
Times to Remember. A celebration of her life wouldn't be complete without a wander through the memories and stories that she told. Like:
The time she told me that she was an accomplished beautician, who regularly fixed all the matrons hair at the orphanage.
The time as a young girl, she and others stole away into town to watch a movie at the "picture show" only to come very close to being caught when the lights came up and the matrons were sitting only a few seats away.
The time she told me about her first bus ride just out of the orphanage as a young woman. She climbed aboard, looking puzzled when the driver asked her for money for the fare…she simply didn't know you needed money to ride the bus.
The time she told me of her first motorcycle ride with Nancy's father, holding on to him for dear life as he sped along country roads.
The time she became frustrated with me as a child when making the bed… "I asked her if she was gonna kill me?" her answer was a big hug, and a "I love you."
The time she, Sister, Mart, and Theo took me on a night time drive into the Thicket to track down the legend of the headless rail man. We did see a light that night swaying to and fro in the night. A burning mass in the middle of that lonely road in the emptiness. As we approached it Sister screamed "they're burning bodies"!!! And Mart hightailed it out of there!! Everyone with the wits scared out of them, particularly a very young boy!
The first and last time she ever succumbed to drinking out one night with Mart. She had a couple of gin and tonics and fell down the steps and woke with a monster hangover.
Remembering the little things.
She would sit and talk with Mom endlessly. Cooking for the family. She pretty much made me anything I wanted (including peanut butter pancakes and grape jelly with my eggs), playing crazy 8s with me as a boy, or watching Kris and Kerry at the park, she loved Kris's wry winks when he was a wee boy. She always boasted that Kerry was the smartest kid she'd ever seen.
What a blessing she found mom, as a friend during her life and as a companion and aid at the end of it. Thanks Mom! You did everything possible to give her peace. We are all proud of you.
I don't think you can sum someone up by telling you about them, but I hope I have given you a glimpse at how special she was to all of us and what a void this world has, now that she is gone.
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