Born in Shelby County, Iowa, she moved with her parents and siblings to the Pacific Northwest at a time when many families were leaving Iowa for brighter economic futures. She was the second-oldest of five.
Mother was a strong and proud lady. She was a woman well ahead of her time and struggled mightily against popular images of what women should be in the United States. Then came World War II and women were expected to add to their devotion a sense of purpose in supporting the boys in uniform. She answered her country and built ships in the Vancouver, Washington shipyards. Once the war came to a close she felt she could not deny the taste of accomplishment and capability in the world and she pushed forward to get her schooling as a Registered Nurse.
One night in her youth, after a very long run, she returned home, having used the solitude to be alone with her inner conflicts. As she sat on the front stoop her father, Walter Hazlett, sat with her at that crucial moment of doubt and they talked about her need for fulfillment beyond the social expectations of her time. He quietly encouraged her and from that point onward she stepped forward through the resistance of her struggle with renewed determination to make herself a contributor in the world on her terms.
She spent her nursing career in a most feminine arena - maternity - and coached thousands of mothers through their labor and delivery, often having to be their crying witness to tragic hopelessness. She was encouraging and strong, understanding and empathetic as she had experienced many such tragedies of her own.
She mothered three children and retired to the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over 50 years. She liked driving fast, taking different routes to places to avoid staleness and learning new things. She was a proper grammarian, saw the potential in every person and always listened to her children.
She is missed daily.
Mother was a strong and proud lady. She was a woman well ahead of her time and struggled mightily against popular images of what women should be in the United States. Then came World War II and women were expected to add to their devotion a sense of purpose in supporting the boys in uniform. She answered her country and built ships in the Vancouver, Washington shipyards. Once the war came to a close she felt she could not deny the taste of accomplishment and capability in the world and she pushed forward to get her schooling as a Registered Nurse.
One night in her youth, after a very long run, she returned home, having used the solitude to be alone with her inner conflicts. As she sat on the front stoop her father, Walter Hazlett, sat with her at that crucial moment of doubt and they talked about her need for fulfillment beyond the social expectations of her time. He quietly encouraged her and from that point onward she stepped forward through the resistance of her struggle with renewed determination to make herself a contributor in the world on her terms.
She spent her nursing career in a most feminine arena - maternity - and coached thousands of mothers through their labor and delivery, often having to be their crying witness to tragic hopelessness. She was encouraging and strong, understanding and empathetic as she had experienced many such tragedies of her own.
She mothered three children and retired to the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over 50 years. She liked driving fast, taking different routes to places to avoid staleness and learning new things. She was a proper grammarian, saw the potential in every person and always listened to her children.
She is missed daily.
Born in Shelby County, Iowa, she moved with her parents and siblings to the Pacific Northwest at a time when many families were leaving Iowa for brighter economic futures. She was the second-oldest of five.
Mother was a strong and proud lady. She was a woman well ahead of her time and struggled mightily against popular images of what women should be in the United States. Then came World War II and women were expected to add to their devotion a sense of purpose in supporting the boys in uniform. She answered her country and built ships in the Vancouver, Washington shipyards. Once the war came to a close she felt she could not deny the taste of accomplishment and capability in the world and she pushed forward to get her schooling as a Registered Nurse.
One night in her youth, after a very long run, she returned home, having used the solitude to be alone with her inner conflicts. As she sat on the front stoop her father, Walter Hazlett, sat with her at that crucial moment of doubt and they talked about her need for fulfillment beyond the social expectations of her time. He quietly encouraged her and from that point onward she stepped forward through the resistance of her struggle with renewed determination to make herself a contributor in the world on her terms.
She spent her nursing career in a most feminine arena - maternity - and coached thousands of mothers through their labor and delivery, often having to be their crying witness to tragic hopelessness. She was encouraging and strong, understanding and empathetic as she had experienced many such tragedies of her own.
She mothered three children and retired to the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over 50 years. She liked driving fast, taking different routes to places to avoid staleness and learning new things. She was a proper grammarian, saw the potential in every person and always listened to her children.
She is missed daily.
Mother was a strong and proud lady. She was a woman well ahead of her time and struggled mightily against popular images of what women should be in the United States. Then came World War II and women were expected to add to their devotion a sense of purpose in supporting the boys in uniform. She answered her country and built ships in the Vancouver, Washington shipyards. Once the war came to a close she felt she could not deny the taste of accomplishment and capability in the world and she pushed forward to get her schooling as a Registered Nurse.
One night in her youth, after a very long run, she returned home, having used the solitude to be alone with her inner conflicts. As she sat on the front stoop her father, Walter Hazlett, sat with her at that crucial moment of doubt and they talked about her need for fulfillment beyond the social expectations of her time. He quietly encouraged her and from that point onward she stepped forward through the resistance of her struggle with renewed determination to make herself a contributor in the world on her terms.
She spent her nursing career in a most feminine arena - maternity - and coached thousands of mothers through their labor and delivery, often having to be their crying witness to tragic hopelessness. She was encouraging and strong, understanding and empathetic as she had experienced many such tragedies of her own.
She mothered three children and retired to the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over 50 years. She liked driving fast, taking different routes to places to avoid staleness and learning new things. She was a proper grammarian, saw the potential in every person and always listened to her children.
She is missed daily.
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