Mom passed away on March 9th, 2012, at age 93, in her own home, surrounded by family and friends. May her soul and those of all the departed rest in eternal peace.
She was the pretty sister with such natural beauty
that everybody said she could have been a model;
Even Betty Grable’s legs would blush
when Dean walked through Woolworth’s.
She became young woman of many talents
who could not only sew, and cook and bake and clean,
But also paint, decorate, antique and entertain–
You can just bet that Betty Grable couldn’t do half that.
Once she found herself under a Lucky Star,
looking up into the handsome face of a sailor named Bob
who took her away with him to the far shores of California
where hummingbirds and avocados lived.
There they began their unique life adventure together
Meeting and making new friends and neighbors,
With multiple bar-be-ques, quick trips to Mexico,
And late night card games among the orange trees.
When they set down roots in Santa Clara Parish,
She made a delivered YLI food boxes for the needy,
and gave the Altar Society poinsettias from her back yard.
At the annual bazaar, he led the car raffle, she the dog.
They became the proud, devoted parents
Of Pat, Ed, Chrissy and their many, many pets;
then grandparents of Elisha and Sherry,
and great-grandparents of Ben and Ariel.
By Spring and by Summer, by Winter and Fall
Dean gladly shared her concern and her cookies
with her family, her nieces and nephews,
at bar-be-ques in El Rio or out at Camp Comfort.
She made her own home into a place people loved to visit;
Where great food and much laughter always won the day.
Relatives came from the Midwest, the Northwest, the Southwest
To see Aunt Dean, Uncle Bob, Lawrence Welk and Walt Disney.
And of course her heart was smashed into pieces
When her Star returned to heaven without her one day.
Her well-being was shattered; she wept and her legs ached.
Many of her talents turned suddenly quiet and shy.
Yet she survived those hard times, and lived to turn ninety today,
Her heart is overflowing with deep gratitude for the fond memories
And warm recollections that have created her own, unique life,
especially for that bright Star to whom she is still hitched.
Welcome to your own photo journal, Mom. Let’s start off with a view of our house. As you know, there are five of us in the community, three 30-somethings and two of us 60-somethings! The other vintage community member is Larry, my best friend from High School (below), who sends you his love. We share our No. Portland home with two teen aged kittens named Bill and Ted (also below).
So let’s take a walk around the block and see what is blooming.
Larry gave me these next pictures which he took last September when we were down attending our 45th Santa Clara High School Reunion. GO SAINTS!
I promised you an updated photo of your Guatemalan grand-god-daughter.
It’s Iris time in the neighborhood!
Moving around the neighborhood, we find Mt. Hood on the horizon.
Here is a nearby barn that is now the Headwaters Theater.
We have a nearby park with beautiful trees in it: