susan through the ages
me and my mommie
On a similar vein, I want to thank you for the way in which you handled yours and Dads split in the way you did. I have no negative thoughts or recollections about that fateful time or the years that followed. I see many friends, acquaintances and others around me traumatized by their parents’ separation, usually related how their parents handled the whole mess. You did a great job with it, with me.
I of course could go on forever, but then I wouldn’t have anything left for your Christmas present in a couple of years. Thus I’m going to wrap by thanking you for everything you’ve done for me over the last 45 years and all the great memories. They say you can’t choose your family, but that’s not always entirely true. I’m glad you chose me.
fransje's letter to aunt susie
Have we ever told you how much we love coming to visit you - John, Claire, Olivia and I?
We have such fond memories of all of our times with you at Little Sandy Pond – the wonderful sandy beach where the kids play, the canoe John learns to maneuver out into the quiet mornings, the kids in toe; the beach and museum trips; fish dinners on the porch; philosophical talks over drinks; casual chats with our coffee while the sun warms the porch.
What fun we had last summer with you! What a sport you were to have a 6 and 4 year old (and parents) for a week! (and especially since you had a full house for many weeks before and after our visit!)
When we arrive, you tell us your ideas for the week, an amazing itinerary – stuff that I love – jaunts to the beach, nature walks, a visit to see Lucy, Hannah and Nick. And all are “kid proof”. I am secretly grateful to you as deciding the “what, when and how” with kids can be exhausting.
First is Scusset Beach (new to me) and the kids love it. You spot an unusual object on the beach and the kids go wild – a stingray (or skate) – Claire and Olivia lug the dead ray around proudly, showing everyone on the beach. John stays out of the sun under our new “beach tent” while you patiently watch the kids in the water. “Why don’t you two take a nice walk down the beach?. I’ll watch the kids.” We explore the large rocks along the canal and take the loop past the bathhouses and back to the beach. On our return we find that Olivia has decided to chase a little boy down the beach and has completely forgotten everything else. You are watching her intently, exclaiming “She hasn’t looked back to even see if we’re here! Let’s see how far she goes until she realizes!” We all laugh and watch as Olivia stays on the heels of the boy for perhaps 200 yards. You follow after her keeping a good distance so she doesn’t see you. Finally, when she sees that she’s lost, you are close enough to rescue her and a major meltdown is avoided! On the way home, we stop for ice cream! Childhood memories!
The next day we’re off to Plimouth Plantation. We’re all in for “free” as you are a “docent” there! We step back in time enjoying the view toward the ocean and the Pilgrims chatting with the tourists. “Peter Browne” sings to us from his kitchen table. You regale us with stories of your work there, how the staff has to audition as in a drama, the history of the plantation. It’s VERY hot and humid but you are so tolerant as we explore the village.
When we return home, the answering machine has messages – you have been requested to help out (once again!) at the Audubon booth at the Marshfield fair. And another request to drive someone to an appointment (which you have declined since we are there).
The next day at Ellis Harbor you take the kids into the tidal pools and show them the marine life, the periwinkles, crabs, seaweed. We saunter down the beach while the kids hunt for tiny pieces of sea glass. Olivia has quite the eye for spotting the glass and collects dozens of little gems. You suggest we stop for ice cream on the way home and the kids whoop with excitement!
Our next trip is to Horseneck Beach, a childhood favorite of the whole family. It’s a long trip, but you’re such a good sport – showing the sights, telling stories. The breeze is brisk and the waves are quite powerful. Olivia gets knocked over in the heavy surf and becomes overwhelmed as salt and sand gets into her eyes. You help her patiently. Claire screams with delight as she figures out how to “surf” the waves. We all dig holes in the sand and watch as the water gushes in. Surf destroys our sand castles. We remark that the sand and water are endlessly fascinating and we talk about your wonderful summers at Horseneck. On the way home we stop for ice cream. Yum!
Back in the afternoon, I sit on the porch, while you say “Dear, why don’t you sit and relax and I’ll watch the kids down at the beach”. I take the babysitting offer to heart (!) and I start “The Glass Castle” by Jeannette Wells. Time passes blissfully. The kids are happily ensconced in the sand and water. I can tell from the noises reaching me at the screened porch that all is well. You have found all sorts of sand toys for them to play with. The neighborhood boys are waterskiing and kids are delighted by the frequent spills.
Later you ask the kids to help clean and sweep the back patio and stairs. I watch the activity with amazement – the kids are loving it! I can’t manage to get them to clean their rooms!
Our last day is spent with Lucy and Hannah and Nick. We have never seen their new home on the Cape. It’s a rainy day. Lucy offers lunch while Hannah entertains the kids. They are, as always, completely taken with her! We walk along Craigville Beach, collecting shells. The sun is glinting behind the clouds and I realize that I should have brought suits for the kids. We decide that we all want ice cream and go the local’s favorite. I realize I haven’t eaten this much ice cream since I was a kid! Olivia and Claire don’t want to leave -- Hannah is too much fun! And, we do manage to survive Cape traffic on our drive back to Pembroke.
Aunt Susie, our vacation would not have been the same without you! We hope that we can spend more time with you this summer, if you’ll have us.
XXX OOO
Much love,
Fransje
my "sister" susie
We get right busy nibbling on leftovers for lunch planning the attack for the afternoon. She immediately sets about making cranberry sauce – one’s never quite sure how the consistency will be but lovely jewel like bowls are set aside to cool and on to the next task. Offering to make the onion soup for Wednesday night’s dinner, I say fantastic. She gives me a present – something she found in an antique shop – a perfect gravy boat very similar in style to the pedestal one with spoon from Ma. Susie has an eye for the perfect gift! While we’re at it she hands me another package laughing and hoping I’ll like it – six funky dark blue plates embossed with gold flowers – “far out” but somehow perfect with the Titian for B&B breakfast – another winner! We rejoice together!
Where are the tablecloths and napkins to iron? She whips out yet another little surprise – a sprinkling bottle. I wonder, where did you find this??? Her annual task will be so much easier now! I’m informed, however, that she will not iron the “lace insert “ tablecloth – far too much work and I agree. After an hour or so the chairs and tables are draped with white, ready to set our elegant table. She decides to squeeze in one more job before our quiet dinner – “the dip”, my favorite. There, done. After several hours of laughing and conversation we sit down with our drinks and plan for tomorrow when everyone arrives.
I can think of no one who can make getting ready for a party such fun than my beloved “sister”, Susie. What would I do without you? Here’s to many more!!!
With love,
Junie
first glimpse
It’s been thirty years and two months since I was looking out the window at a frozen Boston morning for my first glimpse of my new mother-in-law. I’d had eighty four hours from San Francisco on Greyhound to ponder what I was getting into. If I’d only known?
We got along great right from the start and the love has grown ever since. Nothing better than a good political row with your mother-in-law from time to time. Remember how I knew everything when I first met you? Luckily whether you were right or I was right or visa versa, we always finished the day with a happy hug and a good night greeting. I still appreciate getting your goat whenever possible.
You know, while thinking about what to put into your birthday blog I think of so many things that seem mundane but are the treasures that you have given to me, Dorothy, Kyria and Matthew or been a part of over the years. The beautiful wedding cake for us and Dorothy’s wedding dress, trips all over the East coast, and walks over to the candy store in East Bridgewater. Of course I also think of all the snow that had to be shoveled too. I’ll never forget the night we were driving home and you said to take the next left and I turned on the wrong side of the median and headed up the wrong side of the road. I just love to hear you squeal.
Mostly I want you to know that if I had the chance to pick any mother-in-law in the world you’d be the one I’d pick again.
Thanks for all the love, love Jeffery >8-) -
honey
nick's birthday wishes
Love, Nick!
tastes like chicken
But I think our Mother definitely cornered the market on fibbing about food. After all, here's a woman that knows how to make several hundred dishes that start with the word creamed -- creamed chipped beef, creamed eggs, creamed chicken, creamed spinach -- you name it, Mom could make a sauce to camouflage it. Also, anything in the shape of a long rectangle that was browned on the outside was immediately dubbed a "french fry." Crab cakes carefully shaped to resemble small Lincoln Logs; parsnips whittled in a suspicious way; fish sticks cut in half to look less like fish sticks -- all were presented as "special french fries" in our house. Some of this has even happened in our adult-hood. We all remember the famous "vegetarian" chili a few years back. Though to be fair, I think the meat-eaters pressured Mom into adding the meat and then lying about it. So we'll let her off the hook this one time.
Mom was (and is) an adventurous cook, often by necessity when resources are short. Returning from the supermarket she might exclaim "Look! Oxtails were on sale!" Now I know that oxtail stew is considered a delicacy in France or Italy or Afghanistan or wherever, but for a 12-year-old in southeastern Massachusetts, it mostly looks like a bowl of bones floating in dish-water. Sorry Mom.
But even Mom will admit when her cooking adventures have gone seriously astray. When I was in high school and a vegetarian, Mom tried her best to incorporate new foods into my diet, many of them recommended by the wacky 1970s hippy cookbooks I got at the library. My poor carnivorous brother was subjected to soy burgers and yogurt and vegetable platters. One summer afternoon after school Mom suggested that we go out in the yard and pick the biggest dandelion greens we could find, and she'd cook up a pot of them for supper. We happily complied (or I did anyway -- Tom was probably swearing a lot under his breath), and Mom cooked them with her usual enthusiasm. We all sat down, dug in....and promptly spit them out. They were bitter, tough, and completely in-edible, even to our Depression-era Mom. Turns out that you're supposed to pick dandelion greens in the early spring, when they're young and tender and sweet. Who knew?
Despite all of the above, food plays a hugely important role in the life of our family. Whenever we're together, we gather around the table to celebrate our love for one another. It's not the food itself that matters but the planning and preparation and cooking and finally the eating together. Whole books have been written on this subject. All I know is that we've had some wonderful meals over the years, full of fun and laughter, thanks to Mom and the love that went into making them.
Submitted by Lucy.
dorothy recalls special times
When I think back on the Special Times in my life with Mom, there are so many, I have to force myself to winnow out a few “gems”. Thus, I list a variety below:
- Mom and Dad bringing new baby Lucy home to Ruxton, and all of us going to Grandma Loo’s to show her our new brother Tom.
- Mom moving us out of our Carmel house all by herself. Who was that truck-rental guy?
- Mom making me take a shower before I went to work, because I smelled bad. (I fought and lost, thank goodness!) (Assonet)
- Mom asking Sara and me “what are these?” as she came from the laundry, holding up a pack of long, fruit-flavored zig-zags. (Assonet) and Mom knowing about us getting drunk in Wilbur’s Woods, Little Compton, before we’d even managed to find our way home. Mom knew Everything.
- Going to WahWah’s in Dartmouth.
- Mom always saying “I used to live there!” because she’d moved so often.
- Playing piano duets, and getting the Elbow if you flubbed it.
- Mom saying “look it up” and her always having the means for us to do so, and the interest to discuss what we’d learned. Games after dinner- Yay!
- Mom’s wonderful bosom to cry into when Charlie died in “Little Men”, or when Fodderwing died in “The Yearling”, which she read aloud to us.
- Even in high school, we had to be in bed by 9p.m. (yes! Can you believe it?!) but Mom actually let us stay up late once in a while to watch the new t.v. series, Star Trek, even though it was scary. (Mom might deny turning me into a trekkie, but there it is; the way it is)
- Mom’s whale collection; especially the one that Tony Zufich carved.
- Playing endless bridge games with Mom, Ann Wagoner Grahn, and Sara in a rented cabin in Maine during a hurricane. I have no memory of Tom and Lucy being around, although they were there. Mom baked the yummiest open-faced peach pie.
- Going to Church at St. Dunstan’s in Carmel Valley until being confirmed, whereupon I told Ma that I wasn’t going to keep going regularly. She handled it with grace.
- Mom braiding our hair real tight, or if not, cutting it real short. The pixie cut.
- Mom’s cool soothing hands when I ran a fever; milk toast and milky tea when we were sick.
- Calendars marked with SDL, DLS, LSD to denote who’s night it was to do which chore; set the table, clear up after, and wash the dishes.
- "May I" and "Can I." Need I say more?
The two top pictures below are the ones I keep displayed at my post office work place, so that I can talk to her whenever I wish. I think they represent Mom well.
The “Lemon Sherbert Linen Dress” photo shows the dress Ma wore to Fransje and John Holloway’s wedding. I thought it was so lovely, I had to photograph her in it. She was doing the candle-lighting patrol, making sure all the little tea lights were lit, before the bride’s arrival. My daughter Kyria, brother Tom, cousins Seth Leo, Matt Liebo, and Peter Browne, are in the background.
The photo of “Mom With the Twins” is special for her smile, and for our funny quilt blocks. Sara and I were supposed to add to the Everyone Quilt, but we were late; a year late; so this reminds me to be more with it. I also like the photo because it’s Lucy’s library, the Plumb Memorial in Rochester, where she used to work.
The last photo if self-explanatory. Mom’s wedding day. I was lucky to wear her dress on my own wedding day; with a lace bolero to hide the fact that my bosom didn’t fit the dress like Mom’s did. Isn’t she so pretty?
I am blessed to be visiting Mom for her 75th, and Lucy for her 50th, around the time of their natal days. I will add photos of those good times later. Til then, Happy Birthday Dear Mom!
sara remembers...
Mom being pregnant with Lucy and telling me I had to sit in Dad’s lap because she didn’t have one any more. Mom coming in the front door (Towson?) carrying just-born Lucy home from the hospital and wearing that brown & black coat she had that I loved so much (I wanted one like it for years).
When we lived in Hyattsville we had rabbits, which Dorothy (wink) would let out of the cage and the cats would catch them and eat them. I remember Robin Zuber, a neighbor kid; she was a pill and I only played with her if no one else was around. One day, she made me so angry that I hit her over the head with an iron meat platter. She had to go to the hospital and get a couple stitches. I remember Mom laughing while she told me what a bad thing I had done, and said if ever a kid deserved it, it was Robin.
Mom taking us to Loon Lake where Aunt Cindy’s parents Len & Gertrude Chace had a home, to play with Kathryn and Fergie, swim, spend the night, play dress-ups, and hang out in the little playhouse they had in their yard.
Mom taking us to visit Wahwah (Julia Benton), the little Portuguese woman who was Mom’s & Uncle John’s 2nd mama/nanny when they were growing up. Gosh do I have a lot of memories of that place when I stop and think about it. Wahwah lived in a cute little house with her sister Rita. They were both very tiny women and we used to measure ourselves against them and brag when we were finally “taller than Wahwah!” They taught us our first Portuguese swear words (the only one I can remember is vay-ka gah…does that sound right?) and cooked Portuguese food for us when we visited. I loved their collection of cranberry glass.
Mom having her hair frosted by a lady who spoke Spanish and we girls thought she talked very fast. I think this was when we lived in Carmel. I also remember that Mom used to play tennis and she’d take us with her. Tom would climb to the very highest tippy-top of the pine trees near the courts and Mom would just call “come down Tom!” as calmly as she could.
I remember Mom dealing with Tom’s celiac disease, mostly when we lived in Carmel, and the time he freaked us all out when he snuck Hot Tamales (cinnamon candies) and then puked red stuff all over Mom’s VW bus. It was also in Carmel where Mom published her first little volume of poems with the help of her friend Harry Graham.
We took a trip to Yosemite one winter where Mom and Dad rented 2 little one-roomed cabins. They had beds to sleep 3 in each, a little table and chairs, and were heated by a wood stove. Mom or Dad had to come over to the cabin during the night and keep our fire going. Tom was just a little kid and that was the year of the famous picture of him catching snowflakes on his tongue.
Going burro packing with Tony Zufich, a man Mom met at her writing group in Carmel (he also introduced us to Judy Talley). If memory serves, we loaded up all our stuff and packed it on a burro, then hiked into some place in the Carmel Valley (Tom got to ride because he was little, but we girls had to hoof it the whole way). Tony taught us how to dig a bed in the sand that would make it more comfortable to sleep on the ground and that we should keep our heads outside our sleeping bags because breathing inside the bag would create moisture. We camped near a creek where we spent a day rock climbing, swimming, and hunting crawdads with some bacon and a coffeepot for a net. Mom told us to slather on sunburn cream & Tony teased her and said there was no such word as “slather”.
Scooping water out of the basement when we lived across the street from the high school in Lakeville. I’m not certain if we had a sump-pump and it wasn’t working, or what, but I remember that we all took “shifts” getting up during the night one year because the basement was flooding and we had a lot of stuff down there. I remember, too, when we lived in Assonet, Dorothy and I got to use Mom’s station wagon to drive to Catholic Memorial Nursing Home in Fall River, where we worked as nurses’ aides. Mom had just finished taking a home health aide course and was taking care of people in their homes.
Mom telling me I ought to marry a man who wears a tie to work. I had a beau in California who I’d told this remark to and who, when Mom was out visiting, took us out to dinner at the local Chinese restaurant and wore a tie! Strangely enough, this man whose name is Dick, is a friend of ours still, and shares the same birthday as Mom’s.
During the time we were all together at Halcyon New York for the wedding of Fransje Leonard & John Holloway, Mom & I were sitting together outside one afternoon. No one else was around. I went to the house to get another glass of iced coffee and while I was in there, I noticed the “bar” and thought, “I could have a drink and no one would know!” That idea so horrified me that I hurried out to Mom and admitted what I’d thought. She broke up laughing and told me that while I’d been inside, she’d noticed that I’d left my pack of cigarettes on the table and she’d suddenly thought, “I could have a cigarette and no one would know!” This story cracks me up to this day.
Submitted by Sara.
kyria's summer visit
Submitted by Kyria.
the early years
birthday ode by Pam Bayliss
a fairy tale
dorothy & seafood
little compton days
If only she'd had Internet access back then, she might have found these useful links to help her sleep better at night:
- The cupboard's a little bare! What shall we have for dinner?
- Help! I just found my son asleep on the back steps with a handful of beans!
- Gee! Didn't I ask you girls to turn off the sprinkler in the garden?
- Company's coming and we have no water! I wonder if we can actually use that old outhouse?
- I just saw Lucy holding hands with Donny Medeiros!
- What the hell am I going to do with that dead goat?
Submitted by Lucy.
memories from cynthia
In the blink of an eye we were brides and mothers. The awesome wonder of new life filled us with joy, thanksgiving and a huge sense of responsibility. For Sue and Eliot, twin daughters and Cyndie and Donald, a son. We soon had them playing in the tub together. One day we were all in Massachusetts and gathered at the Chace cottage, Long Pond. We shared our delight that we were parents to these amazing children and our dismay around sleepless nights, and what to do re............!! Five decades later, Sue and I live in Massachusetts and give thanks for gifts of our lives that brim with blessings and challenges. My friend who majored in English and now writes poetry, founded a recovery home for alcoholic women. She made such a difference in the lives of many women. Now she delights with her work at the Audubon Center, helps seniors in her neighborhood, knits and quilts for family , friends, and others with special needs. Her energy grows each year as she plays bridge, bowls, exercises, swims in her beloved "pond" and breathes deeply of the salt air at beaches from Horseneck to Duxbury. I have shared some of her jaunts, including to Maine, Quebec and Tennessee. The best was our train ride to San Francisco , staying in one of the Belden cabins and time with Nancy and other Leonard family. She gives tirelessly of herself, sees light in darkness and tells dandy stories, almost always funny and some sad. We have played together since we were 7 or 8. I fell in love with her family and give thanks each day for this precious friendship.
Submitted by Cynthia.
sara & ben come east 1999
A Rare Photograph, taken by Karl H. VanPetten at the graduation party for Karl L. VanPetten at his and Jane's home in Middletown, RI. From left to right: Susan Loomis, Sara (Loomis) VanPetten, Grace VanPetten, Jane VanPetten and Debby Loomis. Ben and Karl are at the table.
cross-country trip on amtrak with susan, sara, karl & ben 1984
From Chicago to Reno, we switched trains to the "deluxe" compartment...the complete width of the train. Mom & I illustrate the spaciousness . Actually it was very nice to have two windows. There was a double bed, a twin bunk under the window and another one opened out above the double. I'm afraid I fell asleep fast and slept like the dead, because Mom asked me the next morning if I'd heard Ben crying and I hadn't. The only thing I can think of to justify my unmotherly behavior was, knowing that my Mom was on the train, I felt safe enough to sleep so deeply.
Mom, Aunt Tootoo (Ruth Leonard Kendall), and cousin Edie watch Dorothy open gifts in her home at Belden.
Mom decorates the wedding cakes with help from Kyria (age 4).
The mice bride & groom were a gift (hint to D&J) from Dad some years previously.
Submitted by Sara.