susan through the ages

Here are photos, submitted by Tom, that show Mom with
some of the most special people in her life.

Susie and brother Johnnie

Susie and Eliot, bathing beauties


Sue in Carmel with Taffy, Tom, Dorothy, Sara, and Lucy


What would Wah-Wah say about her little girl turning 75?


Junie is not believing THAT story!

me and my mommie

Despite my famously awful memory, I have many recollections of Mom that will stand the test of time, some significant, others of such triviality it’s a wonder they’re still stuck in my head. I also got to spend a good stretch of time with Mom at a time when it was just the two of us. During those five years or so, I needed not compete with my sibs for attention, my sisters all having moved out by the time I was 13. Hmmm, now that I think about it, was that a “good thing” or a “bad thing”… I will choose “good thing”. After raising three before me, I think I was the beneficiary of a certain degree of relaxation that comes with a parents’ realization that maybe your kid will not injure themselves, get into trouble, or otherwise cause you some degree of dismay the second they get outside of your eyesight. Thanks for the long leash, Mom!

That said, in no particular order, I remember and thank you for:

Playing blackjack after dinner with me and my buddies, Steve, Ron, and Pete. Always a great time and I actually don’t think you cheated too much. No one individual had a lock on being the nightly “Big Winner” so the playing field was pretty fair. I’ve got to tell you Mom, the guys loved blackjack night, too. There was always a good level of excitement amongst our crew at the prospect of game night. I was just talking to Steve the other day and he was suggesting the next time I’m up in New England that we have a game night at your place. Guess I’m not the only one for which it made a lasting impression.

Your “male friends” Bob, Dan, and most of all Jim. It always seemed in my mind that you chose good fellas (not the Cosa Nostra kind) and I enjoyed spending time with all of them. My memories of Bob and Dan are fleeting, but all good. Jim of course was a surrogate Dad at an important time in my life. I’ve got quite a few fond memories of Jim. Thank you for bringing him into our household.

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.

The Halfway House (not Edwina Martin), where I’d go with you sometimes to hang out with the recovering guys, shooting pool, and whatnot. I only remember a few names, Al and Donny were always my favorite inhabitants, but all the guys made me feel at home and comfortable. I remember Jim and Jim in their dingy front offices. It was a very cool experience.

And how could I forget, Donny wanting a snapping turtle to make soup for the guys, a task which I happily obliged. I still remember wrestling that monster into a canoe on the Satucket River, a harrowing affair to say the least and after all these years, I hate to tell you, it’s physiologically impossible for snapping turtles to be “full of mud”. Thanks for sparing me from the truth at the time, which I assume was that the turtle wound up back in some local stream or pond in Brockton. Poor turtle…

I remember you letting me have my electric train setup in the living room in East Bridgewater. At the time I didn’t realize what a sacrifice that was for an adult homemaker, but I do now. I’m sure you got a few sideways looks when company came relative to your decorating style.

Another wee sacrifice that has not gone unnoticed by myself through the years was your trials, tribulations, and financial sacrifice to get my mouth right. Not the swearing part, which you were unsuccessful at, but the orthodontic end of things. I know that was a lot of work and pain and suffering having to have a kid in the dentists chair every other month but it was worth it in the end. I’m REALLY glad my mouth is not a snaggle toothed mess. I was just chatting with my dental hygienist the other day. You know they now call those diabolical contraptions “palate separators”. “Palate splitter” is such a medieval term…

Do you remember me turning your bathtub into a fish tank! On more than one occasion… Of course you do.

The come hither cow bell. I could hear that thing clear down to Beverly’s house. Damn, cow bell….

Keeping me apprised of my sleepwalking antics. I’ve made great hay out of those stories over the years. In fact, if you’d never told me the stories, I’d be in the Navy now… My favorite is standing on the back porch in the middle of the night “looking for my microbox.”

Speaking of the Navy… Since I didn’t go there because I was a sleepwalker, I of course went to Wentworth instead. I will never forget you being the only one in attendance to see me get the college’s highest award at my graduation. I remember coming to graduation that morning in jeans, sneakers, and a four day old beard, only to find my class president scrambling frantically to get me hooked up with the Provost for a photo op. I reckon you were just as surprised when you cracked open the program. I’m really happy you were there.

In any event, thanks for insisting that I couldn’t stay in East Bridgewater after high school, frittering away my days hanging out on the wall in front of Lil Peach or working at the Foxboro Company. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told folks, “I got my illustrious start, because my mom said; “You’re not staying in this town. You’re going to into the service or to college!”. In the end I tried both, one of them stuck. Boy was it the best of the two.

With age brings wisdom, but while I now see the method to most of your madness from my earlier years, I still can’t figure out how or why you let me have that Penthouse Pet poster in my bedroom all those years and at such a young age. It remains in my mind today a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma…

Thanks for not totally freaking out when Mrs. Backstrom thought me, Steve, and Pete had killed somebody and for finally cooking “F@#*! mashed potatoes” for my 20th (?) birthday.

I thank you for taking me back in in my time of need (and right about now, you’re probably trying to remember what I’m talking about), after fleeing my home in Boston of seven years in the dead of night following (or should I say during?) my breakup with Yvonne. I’m sure it was a bit of a rude surprise to have me descend upon your empty nest with only a few hours notice and all my stuff in tow.

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.


Submitted by Tom.

fransje's letter to aunt susie

Dear 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

It’s Tuesday before Thanksgiving and Susie’s just arrived bearing smiles and loads of goodies, from coffee (my family will drink cup after cup all day) to microwave popcorn for the kiddos, “o-be-joyful” for the adults, a fabulous new recipe for a yummy cake the guys will devour. I feel sympathetic to her horrifying tales of blinding snow in the Berkshires or jumping just in time into the bushes along the road. But she won’t be deterred, she always comes! This trip sometimes passes easily as she listens to favorite music or interesting programs on my public radio station from Albany but not always!

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!

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

I remember one time it was Grandma, Mom, Nick and me; we were all sitting at a booth at some funky restaurant Grandma brought us to. After waiting for a good 15 minutes our food arrived. The distraught Grandma quickly leans in and exclaims, “That waitress just called me honey, I could be her mother!”

I now know that you should never refer to Grandma as honey, because she will most likely leave you a lousy tip, just like that poor waitress from the funky restaurant.

So Grandma, I hope you have a great birthday and I love you, honey.

Submitted by Hannah.


nick's birthday wishes

Hey Grandma! Hope your birthday is excellent and fun. The past years with you have been awesome and very fun. Like the hikes we would go on, hanging out on your pond with our friends, and other cool things like exploring the Whaling Museum. You're fun to hang around with and just play cards with and have always been a cool grandma that I'm not afraid to talk to about stuff thats going on in my life. I can't wait to do more things and hope to spend more time with you then we have been and hopefully I can get up to your place and help out around your house....kinda need the cash..But anyway I hope you have a great birthday and a fantastic year ahead of you!

Love, Nick!

tastes like chicken

There are two bestselling books on the market that are all about lying to your children about food. It seems that the Depression-Era generation aren't the only ones trying to coerce their children into eating distasteful things like mushrooms and spinach. Now 20-something Moms of the new millennium are jumping on the bandwagon.

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!


Submitted by Dorothy.

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

My fondest memory of grandma was the summer I went back East as a kid. I remember taking the plane by myself, getting my little wings and coloring book and finally arriving on the east coast after what seemed like a day long flight. I spent a lot of time with grandma and I think we went to an ice cream shop every day. Each day we would try a different place, and I would always get the same kind of ice cream, chocolate chip. We went to Peaceful Meadows, the Newport Creamery and many more. She would always encourage me to try other flavors, but my favorite kind was chocolate chip and so that is what I stuck with. I remember her little house in East Bridgewater, walking to the library and the penny candy store and the pond to feed the ducks...going to Plymouth for Mayflower tours, Plymouth Plantation, lobster and whale watching and going to Sandwich. We would work in her garden, read, go pick berries, go to the pond, and swim . I had a great summer with grandma that year!

Submitted by Kyria.

the early years

Susie Leonard 1938

Nancy, John, Wadah, Susie, Ruth, circa 1949


Sue and Eliot crooning before the wedding



Wedding Day, August, 1954


Honeymoon 1954

Esther Harris and Sue modeling maternity smocks


Sue and Grandma Loo


Glamorous Mamma with Sara and Dorothy, 1957


Tired Mamma with drink and cigarette, 1957


Sue with baby Lucy, Halcyon Farm, 1958


Lucy turns 1, Ruxton, 1959


A boy at last! Sue and Tom, 1964
Submitted by Lucy.

birthday ode by Pam Bayliss


Here is My Touching Birthday Ode

with a stunning illustration by Esther Harris


The House of the 'summer of strange'
Where the visitors constantly changed
But Love/Laughter was strong
And you let me belong
You made light of the work to arrange.


My stay in your home was a joy.
And I DID meet the nicest cute boy!
Plus the food was good too
It's a LOT to your due,
That it's cooking for Tom I enjoy.


Happy Birthday, We Love You!
BIG HUGS, Pam and Tom

a fairy tale

Mom has inspired me in life to go with my heart and try new things. (I'm not talking about the "just take one bite of the baked eggs/tripe/parsnips/frog's legs" syndrome.) No -- what I'm talking about is her willingness to take a side road, jump in the deep end, and slog through the mud to get to the good parts of life. To do something others might scoff at and not be afraid.

Once upon a time, Mom came to visit us in Middleboro one sunny afternoon when the kids were little. We were sitting in the back yard, drinking iced tea and enjoying the sound of splashing water from the waterfall and pond that Brud had built -- a raised bed sort of affair with wooden sides and a platform edge all around. We had thrown in some aquatic plants and fish, and that afternoon we noticed that a frog had hopped up on the wooden edge of the pond and was sunning himself near the splashing water.

Mom got up from her chair, put down her iced tea and exclaimed "Oh look -- you've got a little frog!" She marched right up to him and, slowly leaning down, patted him gently on the head. He didn't leap away in fear -- in fact, he sat there while she patted him for several minutes and urged us all to join her. The frog tolerated it for a miraculous amount of time, and didn't jump away until we had all had a turn.

I marveled then (and often since then) that my funny Mother would think to herself "I'm gonna go and pat that frog." But I thank her for just doing it, and inviting us to share the experience. I wonder where we'd be if only she'd thought to kiss that damned frog!
The End

Submitted by Lucy.

pictures from pembroke




dorothy & seafood

One of the fine eateries in Mom's area...note the satisfied look on Susan's and Dorothy's faces as they finish their meal.











I think Grant got gas from the clamcakes!



Submitted by Dorothy.

little compton days

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times -- life on Long Pasture Road in Little Compton, RI. For us kids, it was an adventure to live in a crazy old house with the stable and guesthouse and outhouse, surrounded by fields and ocean, within walking distance to Wilbur's Store and Wilbur's Woods. It seemed that in the summer the house was always filled with guests -- cousins and aunts and uncles and friends, dogs and cats and rabbits and a goat. For Mom, I know it was a difficult time, and she survived problems with the restaurant and marriage and health and three wild daughters. Thank god for Tommy -- at least HE behaved himself! Mom worked hard to keep the house warm, food on the table, and her family intact.

If only she'd had Internet access back then, she might have found these useful links to help her sleep better at night:

Submitted by Lucy.

memories from cynthia

Ah those wild and wooly days of the 1950's, Sue at Bryn Mawr and Cyndie at Radcliffe. For some odd reason a football game comes to mind. Donald and I gathered some Harvard friends and headed to Bryn Mawr. Sue welcomed us and we frolicked in ways that seemed oh so smart then and now silly/strange. We had great fun. Sue and her date (who Sue? I don't remember where Eliot was) and the rest of the crew piled in the car to go to game at Princeton. While cozy on laps and singing our hearts out, we realized one of the blind dates was telling us about her eagerness to be in heaven. Wow! She was so serious while most of us had not spent much time thinking about heaven. We were focused on the game and parties and laughed till our tummies hurt in response to Sue's stories. She has that beautiful gift today.

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

Pembroke, Mass. 1999

Gramma threatening Karl & Ben with the Pa Leonard manoeuver.

Ben, Sara, & Karl at Mom's
The sign on Karl's mortarboard reads "Hi Mom!"



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.
Submitted by Sara.

cross-country trip on amtrak with susan, sara, karl & ben 1984

At the end of April - 1984, Mom treated me and the boys to a train journey to attend the wedding of Dorothy Loomis and Jeffery Wilson. Karl had just turned 3 and Ben, 1. The first leg of the journey, Boston to Chicago, we had the old-fashioned Pullman accomodations. The seat folds down into one bed and another bunk pulls out from above. Good old Mom, we each took a kid into our beds for the night and I don't think either of us got much sleep, but it was fun. When we awoke, we were in Cleveland, and our friendly porter opened up the partition to the adjoining compartment so we had a "double".

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.
In Western Colorado and Eastern Utah, the conductor looked the other way so I could lean out and take these picture of our view. The pictures I took through the windows are pretty discolored because of the double panes and the plastic glass so I won't include them here. However, I will add that one night, we ate trout in the dining car, and several times we took walks to the Observation car, with the "VistaDome" roof. Downstairs from there was a snack bar where we had a treat of Hagen Daz ice cream!
The betrothed couple - Jeffery Wilson and Dorothy Loomis

Matthew at 1 years old riding his Smurf down Mainstreet, Belden Town, California

Gramma takes the kids to the beach, a very chilly Feather River.

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.



The reason we came!

Submitted by Sara.