My Memories of Jackie
I first met Jackie in July of 2003 and had the pleasure to have her as a mother in law over the next 14 years. My memories of Jackie are many, but it is her family that is her greatest enduring treasure. I am so blessed because I get to share in a piece of that treasure she and Albert started in 1960. Every year during the summer and whenever else we came to visit her in Watkins Glen she opened her home to us. At a moment her heart and ear could open and be available to a son in law, daughter or grandchild who needed her counsel. She was practical and plainspoken, but in a patient, deep and profound manner. I mused over the years that even though she might not have had a lot of time to sit quietly and listen to each of her children in the beginning of her vocation as a mother, she certainly made herself available to her children and grandchildren later in life. Most of my memories of her are of her sitting in her yard on plastic green lawn chairs, around her dinning room table, sitting on the boathouse deck speaking, but mostly listening to: Chelsea, Michael Jeannie, Jackie, Reid and Neil. I recall her planning and executing birthday parties, get-to-gethers and meals at 3339 County Route Rd. moving through her kitchen galley up and down worn stairs to her basement cellar and pantry across scuffed kitchen tile that gave silent testimony to a thousand parties and events that preceded the current one. Her fluid movements conveyed a confident expertise. Jackie wrote letters, sent cards and called me on my birthday. She came to my children's Baptisms, hung up their artwork and pictures, attended Mass with us when we visited Watkins Glen, ate ice cream, played card and word games, she bird watched and kept a garden. She knew where to find worms for fishing. She loved her Faith, reading, music and cooking and passed her knowledge onto her children. I have the great honor of knowing all nine of her children and being married to one of them. I am sad that my earthly relationship with Jackie has come to a close. I will miss those phone calls, cards and lazy summer days and nights. I will miss and morn that I will not get to see her tend her garden, make a pie, watch her listen to her grandchildren or provide comfort to her daughter over the phone. It will take time, but I trust in Jesus as does Jackie. The lessons I learned by watching and listening to you over these 14 years will help me the rest of my life.
Posted by Scott Wallace
Wednesday December 13, 2017 at 6:17 pm