A Life Worth Living

A Life Worth Living

I was all set to write a post about entails as my new character in my latest release, An Unwitting Compromise, marries Elizabeth Bennet knowing she is pregnant and assures her that his property and assets will go to her son because his estate is held in fee simple. That was a delightful rabbit hole to fall into and shall have to wait until maybe next month. So, the reason I pushed that topic to the side was that when I saw the date for my turn to share, I was delighted to find it lands on my mother’s birthday.

Marjorie May McFadyen was born May 19, 1917, the final year of The Great War in a small prairie town, Parkbeg, Saskatchewan. She was three when the roaring twenties started and at the tender age of thirteen, the dirty thirties began. I can guarantee you that she knew exactly what it was like to grow up on the prairies during the 1930s when the drought came and dust storms were a common occurrence. I only lived through one when I lived in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan for a short time, but she was quick to call and ask me what I thought.

1938 saw my mother graduate nursing school, alongside her very best friend, Mae Hunter. Mom, Mae, and two other classmates remained friends for the entirety of their lives, Mom outliving all of them. They met every year until around 1995 when Mae passed away and the health of the others precluded them from traveling. Mom stayed in her career until she retired at the age of sixty-five. Not willingly, mind you. She would have worked longer but at that time there was mandatory retirement age and she had no choice.

In 1943, her friend Mae met and married a soldier, Mac Hunter. Mom was her maid of honor and a handsome young sergeant, Erhard Danielson, Mac’s best friend, was the groomsmen. Obviously, sparks flew between them. As we all know, there was a war going on and so after the wedding, the only way they could stay in touch was through letters – and they did. Very Austenesque, do you not think? My father proposed through a letter and my mother accepted through a letter. They married on May 12, 1945.

I have always loved the way my parents met and courted and, although it is a sad subject, even the way they left this mortal coil has a thread of continuity running through it. Let me lay the groundwork. My father passed in 1980. My parents had been married for thirty-five years at this time. Mom never remarried and she passed away in April of 2015, thirty-five years after Dad. To honor our parent’s love and devotion, we chose to inter our mom with dad on May 12, 2015. And so, on what would have been their seventieth wedding anniversary, my parents were reunited. Their souls had soared together when mom passed, this just completed their reunion in the physical realm.

My mom – and my dad – set up their children to succeed in their relationships. My brother, Jerry is celebrating fifty-one years of marriage this year and my husband and I will celebrate thirty-eight years. When you have a solid foundation, the house you build will stand the test of time.

The picture I share of my mother was taken on her 97th birthday, and it is a photo of pure, unadulterated joy. I absolutely love it.

And so, I end with this. Happy Birthday, Marjorie May Mcfadyen-Danielson. I love you. I miss you. I will see you one day at the great banqueting table near one of those many mansions we were promised.

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May 19, 2021 10:16 PM

Oh…I do love that picture!!! I envy that laugh! Thank you for sharing it with us.

J. W. Garrett
J. W. Garrett
May 19, 2021 8:42 PM

What a marvelous tribute to your mom and your parents. My mother passed away a few months after they celebrated 60 years of marriage. Dad remarried at 83 and passed away at the great age of 92. My husband and I will soon celebrate 50 years of marriage. How could I do otherwise with such an example set before me. I wish you all manner of health and blessings on all your hard work. I look forward to reading this new launch. Stay safe and healthy.

Christine Combe
May 19, 2021 1:04 PM

What a lovely tribute to your mama.

Robin G.
Robin G.
May 19, 2021 12:18 PM

This is a beautiful tribute to your mother, and I love that picture from her 97th birthday. Thank you for sharing it with us.

cindie snyder
cindie snyder
May 19, 2021 11:48 AM

What a nice tribute to your Mom! I’m sure she is proud of you!

Colin Rowland
Colin Rowland
May 19, 2021 10:54 AM

A delightful way to honor your mother, as well as your father. She sounds like a wonderful mother and person overall.

I have a question – did your mother ever get to know Gainer the Gopher? Yes, I am a Saskatchewan native, and still pass by Parkbeg whenever my wife and I visit our children in Regina, and as far as I know, the sign still stands on the highway as you enter what’s left of the town. I will always love that relatively flat countryside, and horizon that stretches on into infinity. That was the thing I missed the most when I lived in Hawaii. If you want to view a horizon there, look out over the ocean. Not the same.

Jean Stillman
Jean Stillman
May 19, 2021 7:26 AM

Your Mother was beautiful! My Mother-in-law was born on December 15th, 1917. She is now 103, and although much slower than she used to be, she still has all of her facalties and gets around with her rolling walker quite well! These ladies have seen and accomplished so much in their lifetimes. So nice that you shared a bit of your Mother’s story with us.

Regina Jeffers
May 19, 2021 7:12 AM

Such a lovely tribute to your mother.

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