Everyone called her Millie
but for Dad. He called her 'Mil'. She was born in Wilkes
Barre, Pennsylvania, December 18,1920. She was the fourth
of seven children. Mom was a very special lady.
to a farm family in Pennsylvania meant a lot of hard work.
I didn't know my Grandpa, he died at 32 of coal-miners lung
disease. He had left the coal mines of PA to raise his family
in the fresh, clean country air. Her two brothers did the
work in the barn and the fields, milking the cows, hunting,
mowing the hay, plowing to plant the crops. Corn, green
beans, potatoes, carrots, peas and onions. But it was up
to Mom and her sisters to do all the planting, harvesting,
cooking, canning, baking, washing and cleaning. It was hard
Grandma made sure that her
children knew that she loved the the Lord and Sunday was
a day to honor Him. The village Church was just a couple
miles from the farmstead, and there was always a big fried
chicken dinner afterwards with all the trimmings and the
whole day was spent together as a family. Mom continued
that tradition with her own family as we grew up. She worked
just as hard as a housewife and mother as she did when she
was a coal-miners daughter on the farm. And she had faith
in the Lord.
Mom left home right after the
depression of the 30's with the dream of making a life
for herself in New York City. She had two friends and
they had an apartment on 46th Street. The job that
supported her was head waitress at the Norse Grill in
the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. That's where she met my
father, a sailor on leave in the big port of New York.
They were married in 1946 in the Panama Canal Zone. Dad
brought her to live in Oregon where his family resided.
In 1950 Mom took a
job again at a local restaurant, the Black Forest
Restaurant on Foster Road in Portland. While waiting on a table,
Mom found herself catching a woman patron who was fainting,
to keep her safe from a fall. Little did she know that the
fainting was from the sudden high fever of Polio.
Mom caught the Polio, too..
Since Dad was on
a ship with the Navy, Uncle Billy drove out from
Pennsylvania to take her home to Loyalville. In January
1951, Mom was completely
paralyzed, hospitalized and in an Iron Lung to keep her
breathing. The paralysis was complete. The family and Mom, prayed day
and night. They could only trust God for a miracle of
recovery. God answered the many prayers, and she
recovered, no paralysis except for a bit in one side of
her neck. God is good, all the time!
This is what made
her so special.
This is why I miss her so much.
This is why I'm so thankful that I'll see her again
Heaven because Jesus makes that possible!