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A Quiet, Calm Sunday Here at Stollen Central. . .


One of my many memories about my mother is her oil painting.  When I was four-five years old, I'd frequently sit on the floor near her easel while she worked, chatting about the day and taking in the decidedly pleasant aroma of the paints, linseed oil, and so forth.  Probably part of the reason why I enjoy using oils on my horses and figures now and again.

 

Thank you for the kind words everyone has sent about my mother.  Ol' Mom slipped away fairly quickly last week once my sister took her to the hospital last Tuesday evening although she was aware enough during the latter part of the week to converse with doctors and give definite answers to difficult questions.  She was transferred to a hospice in Pinehurst, North Carolina yesterday afternoon, just five minutes from her house there.  She died a short time later just after my sister arrived with a few of Mom's things from home.  

None of this has been unexpected since Mom shared her diagnosis in July given the various cancers in her system and their advanced state.  Our mother told us over 20 years ago, in passing during an otherwise lighthearted conversation, to prepare ourselves for her eventual demise.  But the truth, I guess, is that we are never fully prepared or ready for the death of a parent or loved one even when we grasp it on one level.

Mom had an interesting life.  A trained painter and sculptor, she lived in Britain for several years after meeting my step-father and remarrying, and for almost 20 years in Mexico -- where she caught and survived bouts with Dengue Fever and something the Mexicans call Chikungunya -- a place she visited and fell in love with when she and my father, just out of college, hitch-hiked around that country and Central America for about 18 months before I came along in late 1966.

In her 40s, once my sister and I were adults and living on our own, my mother fulfilled a childhood dream, traveling around the world and filling her passport completely with entry, exit, and visa stamps from the various countries visited during the trip.  It was completely full by the time Mom returned to the United States.  That particular journey included going way up the Amazon (without my step-father mind you) aboard a rather small steam-powered paddle boat in which she slept in a hammock, an honest-to-goodness safari in Kenya, time in South Africa, India, and Japan among others.  Not your garden variety cruise by any stretch.  

There were also lengthy periods in Malaysia, Indonesia, Belarus, Russia, Kyrgystan. and Kazakhstan during several other trips in the 1990s when my step-father ran summer seminars on various aspects of international relations and crisis management for think tanks and government officials in those places.  My wife, The Grand Duchess, once remarked that my mother reminded her of Auntie Mame.  Definitely more than a smidgen of Rosalind Russell and a dash of Lucille Ball to be sure.  Maybe a tiny bit of Isak Dinesen too, come to think of it.

Too young to be a beatnik, and a wee bit too responsible to indulge in all of the late 1960s and early 70s counter-culture excesses after my sister and I came along, our mother always managed to provide a loving, stable environment for us with ample words of encouragement for almost anything we pursued as children, teenagers, and later as adults.  She managed to play a prominent role during our early school years without straying into what we now call helicopter parenting.  She also managed to back off progressively as we grew up, realizing that we had our own lives and respecting those new boundaries.  

As her own mother (my grandnmother) once told me when I signed the lease for my very first apartment at 21, "You teach your children to walk, but when the time comes, you also must teach them to walk away."  And yet Mom was always there to pick up the pieces and lend a shoulder to cry on when everything collapsed as it sometimes does for late teenagers and young adults trying to find their sea legs.

While photography and the internet took over in later years, Mom was a great reader and was always suggesting we read something by this author, or that author.  "Give it the first 50 pages," she'd say.  Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet was a favorite set of novels that she came back to again and again.  She was also a great fan of Ken Follett, Len Deighton, and John Le Carre as well as Martha Grimes and Sara Paretsky among others.  

Mom also had a quiet but very wry sense of humor and irony along with a great sense of the ridiculous and even the absurd.  That facet of her personality really came to the fore during multitudinous games of Scrabble, Rummy, and Gin Rummy over the years.  These sessions always featured circuitous, often riotously funny conversation and observations about life, which often included chat about the extended family and her own formative years.  Coffee was usually involved regardless of the time of day, or night.  I almost never managed to beat ol' Mom  although I think she might have let me win one of the last Scrabble matches we played when I visited her in North Carolina at the start of March this year.

-- Stokes

Comments

Such great memories , thanks for sharing them , Tony
What a wonderful obituary! Your mother was very obviously loved by her family, and she seems to have heaped love on those who loved her.

She sounds as if she was someone who believed in filling her life with lots of positive activity; someone who really lived life rather than merely being a spectator.

She will be sorely missed, but if what you have written is indicative of the memories that you and your family have of her, she will continue to live on In spirit.

Please accept my sincere condolences.

Bob Cordery
johnpreece said…
thank you Stokes, that celebrates an extraordinary life. Please accept our condolences, thoughts and prayers for you and your family at this time.

John
marinergrim said…
She sounds like quite a remarkable person and was clearly loved. Sorry for your loss.
tradgardmastare said…
Beautifully written Stokes, my condolences to you and yours.
Alan
Thank you, that's a fine obituary and clearly a life well-lived.
Graham C said…
What wonderful memories and a fine tribute to your Mother. She sets a fine example to us all about making the most of the time we have.
Deepest sympathies and condolences to you
Fitz-Badger said…
Sounds like quite a character in the best ways, and lived quite a life.
A wonderful tribute. Many condolences.
guy said…
Stokes,

Condolences to you and your family. A beautifully written eulogy.

Regards,
Guy
Anonymous said…
Stokes, I'm sorry to hear about your loss. You have deepest condolences.

Evan
David Morfitt said…
Sorry to be so late commenting. That is a wonderful tribute. You were very lucky in your choice of mother! You have so many splendid memories. Losing parents, whatever the relationship, is always very hard but looking back on a relationship as good as yours must help, despite the inevitable and sometimes seemingly endless grief.

All the best,

David.

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