I wrote this on the occasion of my mother's passing in 2015. Rereading it made me a little misty-eyed and thought I would reshare it here:
Thank you, all of you who offered your condolences for our
mother's passing. Your kind thoughts and words are greatly appreciated. She’d
be quietly pleased to see you all here today.
Gammi Kay was certainly one of a kind and never met a stranger –
at least not for very long.
After I moved home in 2003, got married in 2004, and mom’s
health still allowed it, she would frequently stop over at the house for coffee,
and then there were times I'd fill a thermos and visit her at the farm. But,
far too often life would get in the way and our cherished time together grew
more infrequent. I truly miss those times where we just sat and talked.
Two years ago we almost lost mom due to poor health and a deep
sadness that had overtaken her. However, mom’s move to Hallmark and the
wonderful care she received reenergized her and gave us another two years with her.
Mom loved playing bingo, chatting with friends old and new. We
knew not to come during bingo hours and occasionally it almost felt like we
were intruding on her social life!
The last thing I expected on the day of Mom's passing was to
console the staff at Hallmark, but like she always did, she had taken many of
them under her wing. One of the nurses commented that often, when the aides had
a free moment you could usually find them in Mom's room! She had become a
surrogate grandma to some of them, so our loss is their loss. Thank you all for
your kindness. You made mom’s last couple years very special to her.
Long before it was a late night comedy punch line, my
mom and the other mothers of our neighborhood embodied the phrase, “it takes a
community to raise a child.” Mildred Jilovec, Jean Litts, Mary Smith to name a
few. If one family was going to the pool, the entire neighborhood went to the
pool. If one family was baling hay, the whole neighborhood was baling hay. Moms
made it happen.
Once, during the summer a dozen or so of us kids were banished
to the backyard while our moms sat around the kitchen table smoking cigarettes,
drinking coffee and assembling circuit boards for Collins Radio. Somehow one of
them had arranged to do piecework to earn a little extra money. Lucy and Ethel
had nothing on the moms of Ivanhoe!
During the 1980s farm crisis I discovered that my parents became
protestors – activists decrying the problems that faced many of our farming
neighbors. Mom actually convinced my father to carry a protest sign! I told mom
to do what she felt was right but not to jeopardize my army security clearance
by getting arrested.
Mom loved babies and children and it didn’t matter whose they
were either. But she especially doted on her grandchildren. I think it was
through her involvement with the grandkids that she met one of her dearest
friends: Donna Hotz. Thank you for all you and Larry did for mom.
Mom’s friendship and frequent visits with Donna Hotz led her to
be known as Gammi Kay to an entire generation of Mount Vernon kids.
As the lunch lady she would frequently allow a student to get
something extra even if their lunch account was low or if they received free
and reduced lunches. She didn’t want a child to go hungry and as she tallied up
at the end of lunch she would balance the books using her own money. Mom grew
up in poverty and knew the pain of hunger. Don’t misunderstand-- if mom found
out a student stole food or was playing her to get extra food she would come
down on them like only Gammi Kay could do.
Mom was a pretty good cook. Not great, but good. Lunch was at
noon and dinner at 6:00PM.
Dad and Grampa Leo would sit down at the kitchen table for lunch and ate what was placed
in front of them. One time mom made ham and bean soup, but didn’t realize that
the pork was already heavily salted so that what she served was basically
brine. Dad and Grampa didn’t say a word and ate their lunch.
For dinner she made the basics: Meat, potatoes and vegetables –
usually harvested and raised on the farm. Mom frequently cooked liver and
onions and oyster stew because that’s what dad liked. She’d boil some hotdogs
for us kids.
Mom did occasionally experiment – sometimes with moderate
success, but occasionally not so much. She tried a Continental dinner of
crockpot chicken cacciatore and “Cold duck” wine that was less than successful
and we still laugh about the Thanksgiving turkey that took a nosedive to the
floor when the “as seen on TV” contraption failed as she pulled the cooked bird
out of the oven.
Because I was in the army much of my communication with home was
by letter or collect calls. Mom was a great letter-writer before her arthritis got
too bad. Knowing we were on the clock our conversations were a whirlwind of
stories.
Over the years I discovered that Mom usually had a problem with
saying no – especially when it concerned her grandchildren – and they knew it!
Mom seemed to share concerns with me more so than with her other
children. She confided in me that I would listen and not judge her on her
thoughts. It helped that I was usually far away, but it continued even after I
moved back to Mount Vernon. I was able to give her a more objective opinion
than she might receive elsewhere. But. Usually, she’d politely listen to my
“sage” advice and do what she planned to do anyway.
I don't think she ever refused a plea for help of any kind. Even when
she was painfully low on money for her own bills she would not hesitate to
share the contents of her purse with others - much to the chagrin of my father
- and later, my brother Kevin, who took it upon himself to manage her finances
after my dad's passing.
Mom would periodically say how much she’d like to have
some cash while she lived at Hallmark, we all sort of poo-pooed her that she
didn't "need" money since everything she needed was taken care of for
her. Personally, I think she wanted to have the cash so she could give it to a
visiting grandchild.
Once, Gammi Kay even bought a prom dress for a needy student
because it was the right thing to do. I remember asking her what the heck was she thinking?!?! She responded matter-of-factly that if she didn't do it no one would - kinda hard to argue with that logic!
For many years while I was in the Army, I maintained a small
savings account at Mount Vernon Bank and mom would sometimes ask if she could
borrow money to take care of some unexpected bill. I always said yes and finally
told her that if she ever needed money to help herself – I didn’t worry about
the balance. However, ever so dutifully she paid back whatever she borrowed. It
was only later that I discovered that occasionally it was to pay a credit card bill
of which my dad was unaware.
She was a protector and a caregiver. Over the years, I would
call home and discover that she and dad would have someone staying at the house
because, well, they needed a place to stay.
And Mom was also good at giving advice. One of the traits that I
inherited from my mom is a propensity to gain weight. It’s something that both
of us battled throughout our lives. Even while I was in the army, with all the
PT we did, it was still a burden. One time, she and I were talking about weight
and my love life when out of the blue my mom said, “Michael, don’t forget – girls
don’t make passes at boys with fat asses.” Not your typical mom advice.
Like my siblings, I am sad that she's gone. However, I'm happy
that she's with my dad again, both with their bodies whole, youthful and
healthy - not worried about diets, bills or anything else.
My parents truly married their best friends and Mom missed my
father terribly ever since his passing. For those of you that knew him, my
father was a man of few words who kept his own counsel with the exception of my
mother. They were truly partners in life and – as I said, best friends. No
marriage is without troubles and our family had our share, but the one element
that remained constant was the love that my parents shared. One time, someone
asked her if she had ever contemplated divorce. She dryly replied, “No, never
divorce. Occasionally murder, but never divorce.”
As I write this, I keep thinking of other stories to share, but
I will end with this: She may have grown up in Philly, but her home was here in
Mount Vernon.
Again, thank you so very much for your kind words; we find great solace
in seeing so many people who thought so highly of my mom.