Myda’s Eulogy
By: Granddaughter Pamela (Bartgis) Cardona
I want to share some of the things that I have learned from my grandma...
My grandma taught me to have a relationship with Christ...
To believe in Him in good times and bad. To go to church and have a relationship with our God. Even if that meant sitting still when I was young, waiting for the coloring book to come out or the word search book to magically appear when the sermon started. To hear God's word, whether it was in a prayer, a scripture reading, a song or even in the silence. My grandma encouraged me to develop a relationship with God when I was young, her love for Christ shined and led the way to where I am today in my faith. I know she has touched many others. My grandma taught me it is ok to pray, wherever you are, whenever you want to, however you feel led to.
My grandma taught me to enjoy family and friends...
I could stand here all day and tell you family stories. Christmas's spent opening presents into the wee hours of the mornings, stockings hung on the stocking tree, Easter's spent dashing around gathering up Easter Eggs, and of Father's Day's dancing around an old Mexican hat! I could tell you of overnight visits when I was younger, playing double solitaire, dominoes and "sorry"... I could also tell you of the hours and hours spent making homemade ice-cream on the back porch and the untold number of family birthdays and holidays we all spent together. But now, we have all grown and many of the family members have gone their separate ways. My grandma enjoyed those family times, she loved meeting the grandchildren's new spouses, watching our families grow and meeting her great grandchildren. She loved sitting and watching them play as they too grew up before her eyes. She loved making them all "blankies", a special way for them to hold onto a piece of her. She passed on her love of music by writing, singing and playing a special song on the piano for each of her great grandchildren.
My grandma taught me to enjoy quiet times and simple things in life...
Each Christmas when we were younger we got a new pair of slippers. Grandma made sure of that. Something soft and warm. The simple things in life. The beauty of an orchid on her front porch, the smell of orange blossoms. The warm delicious taste of an apricot right from the tree and the simplicity of a mud pie. The sweet smell of a rose from her rose garden or the smell of leather and chewing gum from the glove box of the mustang. The quiet times sitting listening to her playing the piano and the warmth of sitting in front of the fire. The times spent bowling and playing cards. Enjoy the quiet times, sitting in stillness on a beach or in the mountains., to enjoy the simple things like a rainbow in the sky.
My grandma taught me to stand up for myself...
Hummm.. I learned this one quite well! Believe in yourself and what you believe in and know why you believe it! There were countless times when my grandma would challenge me in these very areas. Was it just to see my reaction?? Maybe.. Was it to teach me something?? Definitely. When I was younger, staying at my grandparents' house, I requested something to eat. My grandma pointed to the back porch and said to look into the pantry to see if there was anything I wanted. I saw a can of plums. Grandma asked if I was certain... Of course, I loved plums. Well, let me tell you something, canned plums taste nothing like fresh plums off of the tree! I sat at that table for, I don't know how long, refusing to eat them. Grandma said "you're not leaving the table until you eat them"... to which I replied... OK. Guess I won't be leaving here for a while! I don't remember how it turned out, but I do remember my grandma sat there the whole time with me. Of course, there were times when grandma "won" too, like the many years grandma took us back to school shopping. Dresses were preferred, but a couple pairs of pants were "ok". That was as long as there were no zippers in the front, those weren't acceptable for young girls to wear! I'll never forget the look on her face when I showed up, here at this church, in pants... Of course I had an argument for that one too. You see, God doesn't care what you wear, all that mattered to Him was that I was there in church. I'm sure she'll talk to him about that one when she gets a chance!
My grandma taught me to cherish memories...
As you can tell, I have quite a few memories of my grandma and the times we spent together. My grandma's walls were always covered with pictures of family and friends. It was her, that first taught me how to scrapbook, before scrapbooking was popular. We made many books together laughing and remembering special times. We have countless books filled with my grandma's memories from before she was married, traveling with Aunt DoDo, thru her first and second marriages, up until this past year. She treasured these and loved the memories these books brought back. Memories of vacations with families and friends were always fun to talk about. These memories will be cherished by our families and future generations. I don't know how she kept up with the books, but I am grateful that she did!
My grandma taught me to have patience...
I think my grandma taught me this through her last few years here with us. Oh, she didn't mean to teach this, and I'm sure it wasn't her idea. She was ready to leave and go and join her Lord years ago. Each time we went to visit, or each time we talked on the phone, grandma always questioned why she was still on this earth. Why would God make her wait? What lessons could we learn from her still being here? And what good was she doing anyone? We kept telling her it just wasn't her time yet. I remember telling her one time to be patient. As one of her nurse's told her, "God isn't done painting your room yet". That even though she was ready to go... God wasn't ready for her yet. There must have been something for us to learn in these past few years of her life. Was it to enjoy the time spent during the past few Christmas's and Thanksgivings? Was it to make more memories for us and for our children? Or was it to just become more appreciative of our family members? Was it to touch someone else's life that we came into contact with while visiting her at Claremont Manor? Was it something simple that we have carelessly overlooked? Was it something as simple as seeing her last smile? Maybe we don't know right now, maybe my grandma spent her last days here teaching us that we are not in control and that we have to have faith. Faith that in the right time, at that precise moment, when we are called home, God will be there to greet us, with those who have gone before us, and we will all be celebrating once again.
Myda and Dave were married Nov. 23, 1935 Hollywood, California
Myda and Russ were married Feb. 1985 Downey, California
By: Granddaughter Pamela (Bartgis) Cardona
I want to share some of the things that I have learned from my grandma...
My grandma taught me to have a relationship with Christ...
To believe in Him in good times and bad. To go to church and have a relationship with our God. Even if that meant sitting still when I was young, waiting for the coloring book to come out or the word search book to magically appear when the sermon started. To hear God's word, whether it was in a prayer, a scripture reading, a song or even in the silence. My grandma encouraged me to develop a relationship with God when I was young, her love for Christ shined and led the way to where I am today in my faith. I know she has touched many others. My grandma taught me it is ok to pray, wherever you are, whenever you want to, however you feel led to.
My grandma taught me to enjoy family and friends...
I could stand here all day and tell you family stories. Christmas's spent opening presents into the wee hours of the mornings, stockings hung on the stocking tree, Easter's spent dashing around gathering up Easter Eggs, and of Father's Day's dancing around an old Mexican hat! I could tell you of overnight visits when I was younger, playing double solitaire, dominoes and "sorry"... I could also tell you of the hours and hours spent making homemade ice-cream on the back porch and the untold number of family birthdays and holidays we all spent together. But now, we have all grown and many of the family members have gone their separate ways. My grandma enjoyed those family times, she loved meeting the grandchildren's new spouses, watching our families grow and meeting her great grandchildren. She loved sitting and watching them play as they too grew up before her eyes. She loved making them all "blankies", a special way for them to hold onto a piece of her. She passed on her love of music by writing, singing and playing a special song on the piano for each of her great grandchildren.
My grandma taught me to enjoy quiet times and simple things in life...
Each Christmas when we were younger we got a new pair of slippers. Grandma made sure of that. Something soft and warm. The simple things in life. The beauty of an orchid on her front porch, the smell of orange blossoms. The warm delicious taste of an apricot right from the tree and the simplicity of a mud pie. The sweet smell of a rose from her rose garden or the smell of leather and chewing gum from the glove box of the mustang. The quiet times sitting listening to her playing the piano and the warmth of sitting in front of the fire. The times spent bowling and playing cards. Enjoy the quiet times, sitting in stillness on a beach or in the mountains., to enjoy the simple things like a rainbow in the sky.
My grandma taught me to stand up for myself...
Hummm.. I learned this one quite well! Believe in yourself and what you believe in and know why you believe it! There were countless times when my grandma would challenge me in these very areas. Was it just to see my reaction?? Maybe.. Was it to teach me something?? Definitely. When I was younger, staying at my grandparents' house, I requested something to eat. My grandma pointed to the back porch and said to look into the pantry to see if there was anything I wanted. I saw a can of plums. Grandma asked if I was certain... Of course, I loved plums. Well, let me tell you something, canned plums taste nothing like fresh plums off of the tree! I sat at that table for, I don't know how long, refusing to eat them. Grandma said "you're not leaving the table until you eat them"... to which I replied... OK. Guess I won't be leaving here for a while! I don't remember how it turned out, but I do remember my grandma sat there the whole time with me. Of course, there were times when grandma "won" too, like the many years grandma took us back to school shopping. Dresses were preferred, but a couple pairs of pants were "ok". That was as long as there were no zippers in the front, those weren't acceptable for young girls to wear! I'll never forget the look on her face when I showed up, here at this church, in pants... Of course I had an argument for that one too. You see, God doesn't care what you wear, all that mattered to Him was that I was there in church. I'm sure she'll talk to him about that one when she gets a chance!
My grandma taught me to cherish memories...
As you can tell, I have quite a few memories of my grandma and the times we spent together. My grandma's walls were always covered with pictures of family and friends. It was her, that first taught me how to scrapbook, before scrapbooking was popular. We made many books together laughing and remembering special times. We have countless books filled with my grandma's memories from before she was married, traveling with Aunt DoDo, thru her first and second marriages, up until this past year. She treasured these and loved the memories these books brought back. Memories of vacations with families and friends were always fun to talk about. These memories will be cherished by our families and future generations. I don't know how she kept up with the books, but I am grateful that she did!
My grandma taught me to have patience...
I think my grandma taught me this through her last few years here with us. Oh, she didn't mean to teach this, and I'm sure it wasn't her idea. She was ready to leave and go and join her Lord years ago. Each time we went to visit, or each time we talked on the phone, grandma always questioned why she was still on this earth. Why would God make her wait? What lessons could we learn from her still being here? And what good was she doing anyone? We kept telling her it just wasn't her time yet. I remember telling her one time to be patient. As one of her nurse's told her, "God isn't done painting your room yet". That even though she was ready to go... God wasn't ready for her yet. There must have been something for us to learn in these past few years of her life. Was it to enjoy the time spent during the past few Christmas's and Thanksgivings? Was it to make more memories for us and for our children? Or was it to just become more appreciative of our family members? Was it to touch someone else's life that we came into contact with while visiting her at Claremont Manor? Was it something simple that we have carelessly overlooked? Was it something as simple as seeing her last smile? Maybe we don't know right now, maybe my grandma spent her last days here teaching us that we are not in control and that we have to have faith. Faith that in the right time, at that precise moment, when we are called home, God will be there to greet us, with those who have gone before us, and we will all be celebrating once again.
Myda and Dave were married Nov. 23, 1935 Hollywood, California
Myda and Russ were married Feb. 1985 Downey, California
Myda’s Eulogy
By: Granddaughter Pamela (Bartgis) Cardona
I want to share some of the things that I have learned from my grandma...
My grandma taught me to have a relationship with Christ...
To believe in Him in good times and bad. To go to church and have a relationship with our God. Even if that meant sitting still when I was young, waiting for the coloring book to come out or the word search book to magically appear when the sermon started. To hear God's word, whether it was in a prayer, a scripture reading, a song or even in the silence. My grandma encouraged me to develop a relationship with God when I was young, her love for Christ shined and led the way to where I am today in my faith. I know she has touched many others. My grandma taught me it is ok to pray, wherever you are, whenever you want to, however you feel led to.
My grandma taught me to enjoy family and friends...
I could stand here all day and tell you family stories. Christmas's spent opening presents into the wee hours of the mornings, stockings hung on the stocking tree, Easter's spent dashing around gathering up Easter Eggs, and of Father's Day's dancing around an old Mexican hat! I could tell you of overnight visits when I was younger, playing double solitaire, dominoes and "sorry"... I could also tell you of the hours and hours spent making homemade ice-cream on the back porch and the untold number of family birthdays and holidays we all spent together. But now, we have all grown and many of the family members have gone their separate ways. My grandma enjoyed those family times, she loved meeting the grandchildren's new spouses, watching our families grow and meeting her great grandchildren. She loved sitting and watching them play as they too grew up before her eyes. She loved making them all "blankies", a special way for them to hold onto a piece of her. She passed on her love of music by writing, singing and playing a special song on the piano for each of her great grandchildren.
My grandma taught me to enjoy quiet times and simple things in life...
Each Christmas when we were younger we got a new pair of slippers. Grandma made sure of that. Something soft and warm. The simple things in life. The beauty of an orchid on her front porch, the smell of orange blossoms. The warm delicious taste of an apricot right from the tree and the simplicity of a mud pie. The sweet smell of a rose from her rose garden or the smell of leather and chewing gum from the glove box of the mustang. The quiet times sitting listening to her playing the piano and the warmth of sitting in front of the fire. The times spent bowling and playing cards. Enjoy the quiet times, sitting in stillness on a beach or in the mountains., to enjoy the simple things like a rainbow in the sky.
My grandma taught me to stand up for myself...
Hummm.. I learned this one quite well! Believe in yourself and what you believe in and know why you believe it! There were countless times when my grandma would challenge me in these very areas. Was it just to see my reaction?? Maybe.. Was it to teach me something?? Definitely. When I was younger, staying at my grandparents' house, I requested something to eat. My grandma pointed to the back porch and said to look into the pantry to see if there was anything I wanted. I saw a can of plums. Grandma asked if I was certain... Of course, I loved plums. Well, let me tell you something, canned plums taste nothing like fresh plums off of the tree! I sat at that table for, I don't know how long, refusing to eat them. Grandma said "you're not leaving the table until you eat them"... to which I replied... OK. Guess I won't be leaving here for a while! I don't remember how it turned out, but I do remember my grandma sat there the whole time with me. Of course, there were times when grandma "won" too, like the many years grandma took us back to school shopping. Dresses were preferred, but a couple pairs of pants were "ok". That was as long as there were no zippers in the front, those weren't acceptable for young girls to wear! I'll never forget the look on her face when I showed up, here at this church, in pants... Of course I had an argument for that one too. You see, God doesn't care what you wear, all that mattered to Him was that I was there in church. I'm sure she'll talk to him about that one when she gets a chance!
My grandma taught me to cherish memories...
As you can tell, I have quite a few memories of my grandma and the times we spent together. My grandma's walls were always covered with pictures of family and friends. It was her, that first taught me how to scrapbook, before scrapbooking was popular. We made many books together laughing and remembering special times. We have countless books filled with my grandma's memories from before she was married, traveling with Aunt DoDo, thru her first and second marriages, up until this past year. She treasured these and loved the memories these books brought back. Memories of vacations with families and friends were always fun to talk about. These memories will be cherished by our families and future generations. I don't know how she kept up with the books, but I am grateful that she did!
My grandma taught me to have patience...
I think my grandma taught me this through her last few years here with us. Oh, she didn't mean to teach this, and I'm sure it wasn't her idea. She was ready to leave and go and join her Lord years ago. Each time we went to visit, or each time we talked on the phone, grandma always questioned why she was still on this earth. Why would God make her wait? What lessons could we learn from her still being here? And what good was she doing anyone? We kept telling her it just wasn't her time yet. I remember telling her one time to be patient. As one of her nurse's told her, "God isn't done painting your room yet". That even though she was ready to go... God wasn't ready for her yet. There must have been something for us to learn in these past few years of her life. Was it to enjoy the time spent during the past few Christmas's and Thanksgivings? Was it to make more memories for us and for our children? Or was it to just become more appreciative of our family members? Was it to touch someone else's life that we came into contact with while visiting her at Claremont Manor? Was it something simple that we have carelessly overlooked? Was it something as simple as seeing her last smile? Maybe we don't know right now, maybe my grandma spent her last days here teaching us that we are not in control and that we have to have faith. Faith that in the right time, at that precise moment, when we are called home, God will be there to greet us, with those who have gone before us, and we will all be celebrating once again.
Myda and Dave were married Nov. 23, 1935 Hollywood, California
Myda and Russ were married Feb. 1985 Downey, California
By: Granddaughter Pamela (Bartgis) Cardona
I want to share some of the things that I have learned from my grandma...
My grandma taught me to have a relationship with Christ...
To believe in Him in good times and bad. To go to church and have a relationship with our God. Even if that meant sitting still when I was young, waiting for the coloring book to come out or the word search book to magically appear when the sermon started. To hear God's word, whether it was in a prayer, a scripture reading, a song or even in the silence. My grandma encouraged me to develop a relationship with God when I was young, her love for Christ shined and led the way to where I am today in my faith. I know she has touched many others. My grandma taught me it is ok to pray, wherever you are, whenever you want to, however you feel led to.
My grandma taught me to enjoy family and friends...
I could stand here all day and tell you family stories. Christmas's spent opening presents into the wee hours of the mornings, stockings hung on the stocking tree, Easter's spent dashing around gathering up Easter Eggs, and of Father's Day's dancing around an old Mexican hat! I could tell you of overnight visits when I was younger, playing double solitaire, dominoes and "sorry"... I could also tell you of the hours and hours spent making homemade ice-cream on the back porch and the untold number of family birthdays and holidays we all spent together. But now, we have all grown and many of the family members have gone their separate ways. My grandma enjoyed those family times, she loved meeting the grandchildren's new spouses, watching our families grow and meeting her great grandchildren. She loved sitting and watching them play as they too grew up before her eyes. She loved making them all "blankies", a special way for them to hold onto a piece of her. She passed on her love of music by writing, singing and playing a special song on the piano for each of her great grandchildren.
My grandma taught me to enjoy quiet times and simple things in life...
Each Christmas when we were younger we got a new pair of slippers. Grandma made sure of that. Something soft and warm. The simple things in life. The beauty of an orchid on her front porch, the smell of orange blossoms. The warm delicious taste of an apricot right from the tree and the simplicity of a mud pie. The sweet smell of a rose from her rose garden or the smell of leather and chewing gum from the glove box of the mustang. The quiet times sitting listening to her playing the piano and the warmth of sitting in front of the fire. The times spent bowling and playing cards. Enjoy the quiet times, sitting in stillness on a beach or in the mountains., to enjoy the simple things like a rainbow in the sky.
My grandma taught me to stand up for myself...
Hummm.. I learned this one quite well! Believe in yourself and what you believe in and know why you believe it! There were countless times when my grandma would challenge me in these very areas. Was it just to see my reaction?? Maybe.. Was it to teach me something?? Definitely. When I was younger, staying at my grandparents' house, I requested something to eat. My grandma pointed to the back porch and said to look into the pantry to see if there was anything I wanted. I saw a can of plums. Grandma asked if I was certain... Of course, I loved plums. Well, let me tell you something, canned plums taste nothing like fresh plums off of the tree! I sat at that table for, I don't know how long, refusing to eat them. Grandma said "you're not leaving the table until you eat them"... to which I replied... OK. Guess I won't be leaving here for a while! I don't remember how it turned out, but I do remember my grandma sat there the whole time with me. Of course, there were times when grandma "won" too, like the many years grandma took us back to school shopping. Dresses were preferred, but a couple pairs of pants were "ok". That was as long as there were no zippers in the front, those weren't acceptable for young girls to wear! I'll never forget the look on her face when I showed up, here at this church, in pants... Of course I had an argument for that one too. You see, God doesn't care what you wear, all that mattered to Him was that I was there in church. I'm sure she'll talk to him about that one when she gets a chance!
My grandma taught me to cherish memories...
As you can tell, I have quite a few memories of my grandma and the times we spent together. My grandma's walls were always covered with pictures of family and friends. It was her, that first taught me how to scrapbook, before scrapbooking was popular. We made many books together laughing and remembering special times. We have countless books filled with my grandma's memories from before she was married, traveling with Aunt DoDo, thru her first and second marriages, up until this past year. She treasured these and loved the memories these books brought back. Memories of vacations with families and friends were always fun to talk about. These memories will be cherished by our families and future generations. I don't know how she kept up with the books, but I am grateful that she did!
My grandma taught me to have patience...
I think my grandma taught me this through her last few years here with us. Oh, she didn't mean to teach this, and I'm sure it wasn't her idea. She was ready to leave and go and join her Lord years ago. Each time we went to visit, or each time we talked on the phone, grandma always questioned why she was still on this earth. Why would God make her wait? What lessons could we learn from her still being here? And what good was she doing anyone? We kept telling her it just wasn't her time yet. I remember telling her one time to be patient. As one of her nurse's told her, "God isn't done painting your room yet". That even though she was ready to go... God wasn't ready for her yet. There must have been something for us to learn in these past few years of her life. Was it to enjoy the time spent during the past few Christmas's and Thanksgivings? Was it to make more memories for us and for our children? Or was it to just become more appreciative of our family members? Was it to touch someone else's life that we came into contact with while visiting her at Claremont Manor? Was it something simple that we have carelessly overlooked? Was it something as simple as seeing her last smile? Maybe we don't know right now, maybe my grandma spent her last days here teaching us that we are not in control and that we have to have faith. Faith that in the right time, at that precise moment, when we are called home, God will be there to greet us, with those who have gone before us, and we will all be celebrating once again.
Myda and Dave were married Nov. 23, 1935 Hollywood, California
Myda and Russ were married Feb. 1985 Downey, California
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