tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85787788031742275572024-02-06T20:57:08.729-08:00Marie's MemoriesLuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-22895352447936544622020-05-20T14:25:00.000-07:002020-05-20T14:25:12.568-07:00Pajama Day At Marie's House TodayI told Fran this morning I was going to wear pajamas to his mom's house this morning. He said, "that's fine, you have clothes down there and a shower."<br />
Little did he know I had no intention on changing my clothes.<br />
I have not been sleeping all that well lately. I have no idea why, just wake up at about three or four in the morning ready to start my day. About the time Marie is finished with her breakfast then I start to wilt.<br />
This morning I just thought why get dressed. We weren't expecting any company and if someone came without calling they would get what they get.<br />
My plan in place I dressed Marie in clean PJ's and we were ready for our day.<br />
No one called and wanted to video chat, no one came to the door, and no one came to see if I had a name tag on and what we were wearing.<br />
We were comfortable. It just seemed like when I jigged she jogged and our day went so smoothly.<br />
I just had a thought. Should nursing homes implement pajama day? Would that be so wrong? Would the state inspectors care? It really presents an atmosphere that is laid back and easy going. Just think how much money CNA's and nurses would save. They could just take a shower at home, put on comfy pajamas and go to work. Just a note: I have seen many people shopping at Walmart with their pajamas on. I know because I may have bought a pair or two there myself.<br />
I didn't care if I got dirty, she didn't worry about getting me dirty. We were cool beans! One of Marie's nieces's laughed one day when I said that. She said, "I haven't heard that in years!"<br />
There is probably a State Reg about dress code, or company dress code, but this dress code sure worked well for us today. Now if I could just get her to not throw things on the floor when she is done looking at them. No, don't want any rules, I will just keep having Fran pick up her throw away papers and magazines. What a great day!LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-85384562101953688382019-03-21T12:24:00.001-07:002019-03-24T11:17:03.860-07:00Her Last Birthday Celebration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkEqwbvyD01lvpSxz5BdITe8LcCac6y-cPVXy32d5g-xvar3-nBaAHGf-LZlM98dHwwuGAKQCks81XhE5FMm-RD18IPTXS-pWbH8Gu6GBjh_pRwGmIXxJuw5TLnaWpbyqA2xrFj0exlk/s1600/0706180942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1371" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkEqwbvyD01lvpSxz5BdITe8LcCac6y-cPVXy32d5g-xvar3-nBaAHGf-LZlM98dHwwuGAKQCks81XhE5FMm-RD18IPTXS-pWbH8Gu6GBjh_pRwGmIXxJuw5TLnaWpbyqA2xrFj0exlk/s200/0706180942.jpg" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyi60Oo2b6ytdhtSHzrY4fBKcyOaFgJiLNYN_m5KkyYOmUxNnZwkvMNkM4QFT0vN_nvkI7xyZAhirwn6TSYr4OKbuRsR6kFy5IhL1Stz5qFJyr4bKWweZjrvgnJRjb6GkC7vyL5djF9lY/s1600/0706180937a-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1456" data-original-width="1600" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyi60Oo2b6ytdhtSHzrY4fBKcyOaFgJiLNYN_m5KkyYOmUxNnZwkvMNkM4QFT0vN_nvkI7xyZAhirwn6TSYr4OKbuRsR6kFy5IhL1Stz5qFJyr4bKWweZjrvgnJRjb6GkC7vyL5djF9lY/s200/0706180937a-1.jpg" width="200" /></a>Marie was unable to speak towards the end of her life, but at times was very aware of what was going on about her. She told me just months before she passed away that she had no idea that she would ever live to be as old as she was at that time.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6FAoy7bPXqvOSDfYCeL_T0dWRPr5d_mKkRj9nYgUHFHCiw4ouGXWV4RsaCXTjxdZ8BJF_iKlNtCUo4Kf4fGY1E2o-rcD0TNNZruAbkaD3iJZUclyEoiUITuqJJVKCOOronSzpE3GzDg/s1600/0903181925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1435" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6FAoy7bPXqvOSDfYCeL_T0dWRPr5d_mKkRj9nYgUHFHCiw4ouGXWV4RsaCXTjxdZ8BJF_iKlNtCUo4Kf4fGY1E2o-rcD0TNNZruAbkaD3iJZUclyEoiUITuqJJVKCOOronSzpE3GzDg/s200/0903181925.jpg" width="179" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRqc7-e-kxJkZczRFezxLCMAWF5yuEnVCXol0alQWM-ZeKgkUVWhSbggyTYiA8vsPNwfscdXe6YXzrzbpwVvUcNptRDxq56x7kdvOwn89PxYoVWIr1p6BbOzib4kfDs2WnFRIGSRzCsE/s1600/0707181223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1117" data-original-width="1600" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRqc7-e-kxJkZczRFezxLCMAWF5yuEnVCXol0alQWM-ZeKgkUVWhSbggyTYiA8vsPNwfscdXe6YXzrzbpwVvUcNptRDxq56x7kdvOwn89PxYoVWIr1p6BbOzib4kfDs2WnFRIGSRzCsE/s200/0707181223.jpg" width="200" /></a>When folks asked me why I thought she lived so long, I would just laugh and tell them what she ordered on her grocery list each week; lean meat, vegetables and fruits. She did love sweets though. I will never forget how she slapped my hand when I told Fran many many years ago that he shouldn't eat gum drops that she had out in her candy dish. She told me, "You just leave him alone, those are good for his digestion!" We all laughed especially her son, Fran."<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp54Syopz3vQU9UHjzPkBsECU5V5kE1zxM8Os3v50v1_5WbBM5LDHe4OuF0-WdCOj7WNUwipWlaRPpwLZEkxEfCSh2pZBxo9O-MwxnEZVbhhUPHByrupqKwJSXN3l0M8TXSOZuk01yNI/s1600/0704181330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1126" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp54Syopz3vQU9UHjzPkBsECU5V5kE1zxM8Os3v50v1_5WbBM5LDHe4OuF0-WdCOj7WNUwipWlaRPpwLZEkxEfCSh2pZBxo9O-MwxnEZVbhhUPHByrupqKwJSXN3l0M8TXSOZuk01yNI/s200/0704181330.jpg" width="140" /></a>There was guitar music and singing by her grandson, Chuck and his daughter, Libby. I could hear them singing and having so much fun. Fun because they all loved each other. They were family. It made no difference if they lived thousands of miles apart. They had memories and pictures. Pictures just in case they had forgotten their wonderful me'me of so very long ago. <span style="text-align: center;">Yes, she lived to be one hundred three years old. She was able to go outside and have her picture taken with her family. She even had a little cake and ice cream to celebrate her birthday.</span>LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-85321975728123174412019-03-17T05:22:00.000-07:002019-03-24T11:17:14.908-07:00Spring Break VisitMarie's family was aware that her health was failing. Three of her granddaughters and their children came to visit on the Spring break from school. Marie's great great grandson, Orion was also able to visit as well.<br />
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Many pictures were taken that day. Here are a few of them. Sometimes the children liked to go in the camper and watch movies or play video games.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-lmUHWHqWzLw344xbCdktSVLvrdwN0EV1KeDHFTvNu8iJIAqDEOK8uctMhzqPhxXxVlAWpQQhfFPOlbOWSq_M3z1Irw43-oD9HNhMnOlEYJKroCBl54SMzQIUq-nsv-EXCKDI0H3KqM/s1600/IMG_4082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-lmUHWHqWzLw344xbCdktSVLvrdwN0EV1KeDHFTvNu8iJIAqDEOK8uctMhzqPhxXxVlAWpQQhfFPOlbOWSq_M3z1Irw43-oD9HNhMnOlEYJKroCBl54SMzQIUq-nsv-EXCKDI0H3KqM/s200/IMG_4082.JPG" width="133" /></a>When Tina visited our house with her family for Marie's hundredth birthday she sat at this very computer and downloaded pictures she had taken for me. I was sitting at the kitchen table watching her. I decided to ask her some questions. I said, "You are very fond of your grandmother, aren't you Tina?" She turned to me and smiled and said, (I will paraphrase this for you. It has been a few years.) "Oh yes, I spent a lot of time with Me'me when I was little. She always let me "help" her do things and explained what she was doing at the time. She had love for her family with no exceptions. If you did something wrong when you were little she explained why it was wrong and not to do it again. She knew all of her grandchildren and great grandchildren. Loved them unconditionally."<br />
I know this to be true. In her later years, I lived just across the road from her. I was married to her son, Francis. We visited back and forth a lot.<br />
At the age of 102 she told me what her great great grandson's name was and where he lived and who his mother and grandmother were. She was intrigued with Tina's twins. She had their pictures in her living room, photo books and in her bedroom. She kept everything that her grandchildren sent her.<br />
At the age of 102 her grandson, Robert had some heart surgery. She had me pray with her at every meal until she was made aware that he was going to be alright. She always told me that her family was very important to her.<br />
This is a picture of Marie and Tina on her 100th birthday.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-15502111688886799182019-03-16T19:01:00.001-07:002019-03-24T11:18:05.600-07:00Marie's Family Spoke French<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Age 8</td></tr>
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When Marie was a child she spoke only French because that was the language that was spoken in her home. Her mother and father both were from Canada where French was the common language. Her family went back for generations. I think she told me clear back to the 1600's that she knew of. She has the Family Book or the Generation Book full of pictures and programs and invitations. It has grown in size. The picture of Marie at the age of five is the youngest picture of her that I could find. There were some unmarked photos of babies. She may be one of them, but I actually doubt it. She labeled the majority of her photos.<br />
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She had another prayer book that she kept by her side until the last day. It had her son's obituary and picture in it.<br />
Marie is sitting in the back seat of this old car at the age of three.<br />
Her mother's father was a fireman. His name was Joseph Antil. She was very proud of that fact.<br />
Here is a picture of her own writing in her catechism book. It names the church where she received her First Communion.<br />
She was very proud of the fact that she learned English at such a young age. She had every reason to be.<br />
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<br />LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-17971322745899876752019-03-14T08:21:00.000-07:002019-03-24T11:26:30.957-07:00Joe's Visit In June Joe and his family were not able to come for Marie's 100th birthday celebration in July because of his work schedule. So they came in June. Joe, Brenda and her daughter and her daughter's friend had a good time visiting with Marie.<br />
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These pictures say it all. Everyone has so much fun wearing and modeling her hats for pictures.<br />
She is especially fond of telling the story about her hats making the newsletter of a little grocery store that she shopped in years ago. What special memories.<br />
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She and her husband lived in a cold water flat four stories up. If you have read the previous posts, this particular apartment cost five dollars a month.<br />
Their first child, Marie, was very tiny. She had been in an incubator for sever weeks. That incubator had to be borrowed from a Jewish hospital because the hospital where Little Marie was born did not have one.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgYE2yu_cs5nLck-looPAZVPkdBcfzRb74A45pshj3lNnm3J2xY1vCYQs6jUdHHfv0RmxmYVPVgwsmFhxXVLMYELfIW5QOoRONLV7ImQoobFsX5Lf9ot8ZeCvoqCL262i2-mtxviP5oQ/s1600/IMG_1667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="481" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgYE2yu_cs5nLck-looPAZVPkdBcfzRb74A45pshj3lNnm3J2xY1vCYQs6jUdHHfv0RmxmYVPVgwsmFhxXVLMYELfIW5QOoRONLV7ImQoobFsX5Lf9ot8ZeCvoqCL262i2-mtxviP5oQ/s200/IMG_1667.JPG" width="133" /></a>Marie, being a normal mother was very protective of her new baby. Marie told me that the landlord was a "slumlord." He insisted on his rent and would not do any updating. She told me that she had been commissioned to bake a special cake for five dollars. That equaled a whole month's rent. She baked the cake in the evening and was going to frost it in the morning. The next morning when she went into the kitchen the cake was black with ants.<br />
Those of you that know Marie personally know that the ants were the last straw. It was not only the lost five dollars she was very upset about, but she found ants in her baby's crib.<br />
She found the landlord and explained to him in no uncertain terms that he would exterminate the building or she would tell the Housing Authorities about the way he took care of his tenants and his building. He was unhappy but had exterminators come to the building. That was worse than the ants in some respect. Her family could not tolerate the spray they used, so they had to go to her parents for awhile until "the dust settled" so to speak.<br />
When she got home the ants were dead, but she decided that she was going to wallpaper the walls and have a fresh start. It seems that there were fifteen layers of wallpaper; behind each layer of paper were dead bugs.<br />
She went to the basement and there were bags and bags of trash that had been left to rot and accumulate.<br />
There is a lot of the story missing, but I wanted to tell you about some of the things that she had tolerated and worked through to get to 102 years of age.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-8149434357366110302018-09-02T10:41:00.003-07:002019-03-24T11:54:36.758-07:00The Rocking Chair Has Many StoriesMarie's rocking chair is making it's third appearance on a blog. The first was on Lu's Place. The story is a fun one. I wrote it on June 19, 2018 in response to one of my daughter's daily Facebook questions. Her question was something like "what was your greatest life lesson by a family member?" go to website Lu's Place mrsfrenchie1.blogspot.com to see what happened to me. I also used the picture of Marie's father's rocking chair in my children's blog as well.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaWPf9lGXW83eYKgjxK5h4_1n7VNbkIgdGlAx9_m0SbeXvqYrFBaqtefKG-uITYMvrRn7BxV_toXD__y4maSb1QC958RLBTE7crEqcKX6xKRmbC7B4Z5abvPppFwGKgUwdQR0mWsL5VE/s1600/IMG_2957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaWPf9lGXW83eYKgjxK5h4_1n7VNbkIgdGlAx9_m0SbeXvqYrFBaqtefKG-uITYMvrRn7BxV_toXD__y4maSb1QC958RLBTE7crEqcKX6xKRmbC7B4Z5abvPppFwGKgUwdQR0mWsL5VE/s200/IMG_2957.JPG" width="112" /></a>So just a few days ago I asked Marie's brother, Charles Aubin, AKA Uncle Charlie about her rocking chair. No one was allowed to sit in it and always had an afghan on it sitting behind her chair. Evidently that was to ensure that no one sat in it... It was his and Marie's father's chair and had many stories connected to it.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAVl2XOZMSyJWDArP-NYm-7A1rt1DXhHnb12FTvUc5UNHihNAe60x53cA2E9-rI5ucShnxJOo81ruYWkqbF2RCXUEZQJVMgl3NJkM2Gjk86JtMiRd46maV1BdH70zJEgIXRQeuQ67eWo/s1600/IMG_2958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="936" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAVl2XOZMSyJWDArP-NYm-7A1rt1DXhHnb12FTvUc5UNHihNAe60x53cA2E9-rI5ucShnxJOo81ruYWkqbF2RCXUEZQJVMgl3NJkM2Gjk86JtMiRd46maV1BdH70zJEgIXRQeuQ67eWo/s200/IMG_2958.JPG" width="116" /></a>The story Charlie told me was about his daughter, Karen. She was about seven years old. At school they had been taught that smoking was very bad for your health and could even kill you to put it bluntly.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvxJozHbjQNPrWqGp6zSwNbuebzI8tRGSvZallp1eP1isCdMvEUHmqQjHBrOBZdjZ2wlfo7doIM1qsa-iFNJAp4oZAslf5FgRAB-nw1x7BLqdUSGC46nEzS_GhWEPGwIW3AEd-sceAD0/s1600/IMG_1661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvxJozHbjQNPrWqGp6zSwNbuebzI8tRGSvZallp1eP1isCdMvEUHmqQjHBrOBZdjZ2wlfo7doIM1qsa-iFNJAp4oZAslf5FgRAB-nw1x7BLqdUSGC46nEzS_GhWEPGwIW3AEd-sceAD0/s200/IMG_1661.JPG" width="112" /></a>Charlie had taken his family to visit his parents. His father was a smoker and of course, I have told the story about his fun ashtrays. Well, Charlie's daughter, Karen, had crawled up on her Pepe's lap and took his cigarette's out of his shirt pocket. This was not acceptable and he told her to give him back his cigarettes. She said, "No!" He again told her to give him back his cigarettes in a very stern voice. She began to cry. He asked her why she was crying. Her response was this: "Because if you smoke cigarettes you will die and I don't want you to die."<br />
Charlie said his father was taken aback but did not quit smoking.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCppc9hExb6HiPz-NAqa_sGFQHr5ZRRtP0GGfK7nUBaoWgzRmzajJZRgEAa5Bl-CjWh3t9OjZhRY-BV-1kp4uWb8o7hcVFI4EChWXbvbF_30g-_bWvLWerEDevSl4EEGqSzqYMOENjD6w/s1600/0619180859.jpgrocking+chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="180" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCppc9hExb6HiPz-NAqa_sGFQHr5ZRRtP0GGfK7nUBaoWgzRmzajJZRgEAa5Bl-CjWh3t9OjZhRY-BV-1kp4uWb8o7hcVFI4EChWXbvbF_30g-_bWvLWerEDevSl4EEGqSzqYMOENjD6w/s200/0619180859.jpgrocking+chair.jpg" width="112" /></a>The other story is about Marie's son, Roger sitting in that rocking chair, rocking his son, Roger Jr., whom had the chicken pox. Roger's son can remember that. Isn't that interesting? I think there are two reasons at least about that. It seems that Marie's son caught the chicken pox from his son and he was sick! I even think I heard that he had caught them twice, but I may be mistaken about that.<br />
But I think that the most important memory is again the legacy that Marie has left us all; the love of family. That legacy will never die as long as the Aubin/Lizotte families continue on into the future generations. Those values were instilled into their children and their children as far as I heard the other evening for 6 generations, maybe even 7 if you count the great grandparents that came to the United States from Canada. They continued to love and cherish their children as long as they were able. In the meantime their love has carried through some really tough trials and tribulations, but has endured.<br />
Marie will never be forgotten.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-59734288077289888822018-09-02T06:20:00.000-07:002019-03-24T11:48:02.775-07:00His Eulogy For His Sister By Charles AubinAt Marie's funeral Marie's brother, Charles Aubin, her youngest brother, gave us her last story. One none of us had ever heard. In a short five minutes he summed up her life with love and emotion. We were all just spell bound listening to him.<br />
When Charles was about 6 or 7 years old he would go with his brother, Joe, to what Charlie called, "peddling papers." Of course, papers had to be delivered no matter what the weather was. On this particular day, Charlie rode on a sled to help his brother. The weather was frightfully cold. He said it was below zero.<br />
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He was just a little boy and contracted frost bite in his little legs. He was unable to walk for two days or more.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKVe2yTvwosu36Znu4EExZfT-nljRa_afPKQzXwrmrAsUSkHqGU5bxmfudEtTfHwIF_E0ceqbKSev5RVhqKBW9p-lOf51Ak9LRP2coVxHfvgLJ2Tx96gAZsN1hoDFk78aCNeVVW9qv8Q/s1600/0831181449a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKVe2yTvwosu36Znu4EExZfT-nljRa_afPKQzXwrmrAsUSkHqGU5bxmfudEtTfHwIF_E0ceqbKSev5RVhqKBW9p-lOf51Ak9LRP2coVxHfvgLJ2Tx96gAZsN1hoDFk78aCNeVVW9qv8Q/s200/0831181449a.jpg" width="112" /></a>Marie carried her brother everywhere she went for two days. I am having a bit of a problem typing this because stories always give me a picture in my mind. Marie was little more than 5'2". She was sixteen years older than Charles if I am correct. If I am not it makes no difference because she was in fact old enough to be his mother.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasewkMEr3n0v8BRyThRbsYPuQ_H8KElkc_XdW0Psnshi1rGAJ3j2cPEqdOBFR-oahl-B1nIjo1nfkSLEF4Js7yFTbrXFgn8zfQjkmjnwoK4TiJTogCALLmj1qtWxJelP78-Hj6xAf1LE/s1600/0831181451c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasewkMEr3n0v8BRyThRbsYPuQ_H8KElkc_XdW0Psnshi1rGAJ3j2cPEqdOBFR-oahl-B1nIjo1nfkSLEF4Js7yFTbrXFgn8zfQjkmjnwoK4TiJTogCALLmj1qtWxJelP78-Hj6xAf1LE/s200/0831181451c.jpg" width="112" /></a>Charles talked about that. He told us that Marie was another mother to him. Yes, she was his oldest sister, but she cared for him since the time of his birth. She was not allowed to bathe or change him because he was a boy, but she cared for him in all the other ways. I am sure she rocked him, fed him, played with him etc.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jO87lIJoAUwbGVQcWMVKwb4FaaWXO9mDiGW-Rv4juRTIFksxxd_JFw8pDnv3tJ1WJO3DTximX3CTkswkpXhhmeAcqCC6HVaVmjqvnRTDlGSe_b4FqG9Qc1BBUWFMPklqrFzaGFTPLpA/s1600/0831181451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jO87lIJoAUwbGVQcWMVKwb4FaaWXO9mDiGW-Rv4juRTIFksxxd_JFw8pDnv3tJ1WJO3DTximX3CTkswkpXhhmeAcqCC6HVaVmjqvnRTDlGSe_b4FqG9Qc1BBUWFMPklqrFzaGFTPLpA/s200/0831181451.jpg" width="200" /></a>Charles has always loved his sister. He sent her cards, money when she needed it, and phone calls when she could hear. When Marie was not able to hear on the phone he called us regularly to check on her and also on us. He made scheduled appointments with me so that he could Facetime with her on my IPad. Invariably she teased him about his neck. I thought that was hilarious because she had the identical neck.<br />
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He drove and/or flew to attend as many birthdays that he was able. He was here for her hundredth birthday as well as her hundred and third. He was at her house to celebrate many other birthdays as well.<br />
On her hundred third birthday he came in gave us all a hug and went immediately to her bedroom and visited with her. All the time wishing and hoping that she would/could visit with him again. That was not to be. However, she did act like she knew him and held his hand. Her last act of love.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-48916484782915023662018-07-19T12:53:00.001-07:002019-03-24T12:00:24.306-07:00Marie's Memories Include CleghornMarie Aubin was born in Fitchburg, Ma. in 1915 at her parents' home.<br />
By 1914 Cleghorn a neighborhood of Fitchburg, boasted that this area furnished a quarter of all the tax revenue for the city of Fitchburg, and that it sustained over 100 places of business, the majority of the businessmen being young and vigorous.' Quotes from Fitchburg Sentinel & Enterprise.<br />
Our Marie, I always call her, is a woman of strength and substance. She is opinionated and warm hearted. Marie has sustained, hard times and enjoyed fun and fulfilling times. She is talented, but always willing to learn new things. Marie traveled the streets of Cleghorn for many years as a child as well as an adult.<br />
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This post is a little bit about that neighborhood and the people in Marie's lives that were a part of it. I am not an Aubin, but a Lizotte only by marriage to Marie's son. So, if I make mistakes, it is inevitable. Please be kind.<br />
This post was generated by a saved newspaper that I found of Marie's that sparked some memories of her sons, Roger and Francis (Fran). The date of the newspaper was February 20, 2000. Headlines, Cleghorn: Fitchburg's French-flavored former 'capital'. This "strip" was built by Andrew Cleghorn from the river to the now Cleghorn Street, and extended from Oak Hill Road to Daniels Street. There was some noise that it should not have been named Cleghorn because he split after about four years. The Mill gave this area a huge start. It was a cow pasture, timber, and apple orchard that ended up with Cleghorn and other manufacturers like Parkhill into a thriving self-sustaining community. There you have just a bit of history of the neighborhood that Marie Aubin and her family and later her married life was part of. There were woolen mills, grist mills, paper mills, hat factories, scythe factories, harness makers, shoe factories, brickyards, 12 sawmills and a quarry. The Scotsmen's ginghams really put Fitchburg or rather, Cleghorn, on the map. The fabric was touted to be the best in quality and color.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41ns9WTrBSf_2HAzSDJVcXOZMxu7CPHA9aQJ1IjmACbT6sAwS4rbHdg7ejREhTcbskSi5ZFsNmxXYJMYzMvcyTPMGSpjv935eJtuA7ML86BGLEr177EUgQOLO7Av1c5K7WTtXYQ-1CKo/s1600/marie+pin+a+teen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="896" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41ns9WTrBSf_2HAzSDJVcXOZMxu7CPHA9aQJ1IjmACbT6sAwS4rbHdg7ejREhTcbskSi5ZFsNmxXYJMYzMvcyTPMGSpjv935eJtuA7ML86BGLEr177EUgQOLO7Av1c5K7WTtXYQ-1CKo/s200/marie+pin+a+teen.jpg" width="186" /></a>Roger and Fran remember their father going to the cafe's on Cleghorn and Daniels Street. I smirk to myself that the owners called them cafe's not bars. I'm sure in those days it was not mannerly to "go to a bar." A cafe' was alright because you could eat there. One cafe that Fran mentioned was the Rendezvous. Roger didn't remember that, but it's difficult to say how many times that the names of those places were changed. I laugh at that name because Rendezvous means to meet, gather, and assemble which they all did; funny.<br />
Another change was education. At one point, education cost the city $26.00 a year for a child. This artlicle was also in the Sentinel in December 1938.<br />
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Along with all the different businesses that I mentioned there were theaters also. The original theater was called the Rambeau Theater which opened in 1914, just a year before Marie was born. It was renamed the Strand in 1922 and was still open in 1950. One of Marie's nieces also mentioned that there was an Estre Theater in Fitchburg that she might have gone to also. I cannot find any archived pictures. She also said that from Marie's family home it was about three or four miles. There were 2 theaters in Fitchburg at that time. Note how much the movie cost when Marie was almost twenty years old. One time she wanted to go to the movie and she was short a nickel. Her father said that instead of being able to keep a dollar out of her paycheck as usual she would only get 95 cents because money did not grow on trees. Going to the "show" as she called it was a passion for her. I found a picture of her and her girlfriends (several) sometime ago. I bet they all went to the show and had a grand time. There is a picture of Marie by herself that is in fact a button. The reason she had it was lost until she was over 102 years old. She said that she and her girlfriends had gone to a carnival and had this made.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B8vpg-ICxbCxVbhA4EJ0EcffdiKBOLMWnzfL2z2CIuhqqHBj-Pu3zk8sCue2RUYGPqdmAxg9IxOOVjMri1mlWGxACn-Exiw2XbYVFsDSYa0aiA7d_nxXxkTCTh2hAu1fAUn37Cb-NWQ/s1600/0719181156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1600" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B8vpg-ICxbCxVbhA4EJ0EcffdiKBOLMWnzfL2z2CIuhqqHBj-Pu3zk8sCue2RUYGPqdmAxg9IxOOVjMri1mlWGxACn-Exiw2XbYVFsDSYa0aiA7d_nxXxkTCTh2hAu1fAUn37Cb-NWQ/s200/0719181156.jpg" width="200" /></a>The population of Fitchburg in 1913 was approximately 10,000. The French-Canadian folks were about 2500. They were eager to work at the mills and better themselves. A large amount of these immigrants were farmers, and even though the work was not easy, mill work was easier. Many of those men also fought in our Civil War in place of the American men were of the first to find work in the mills.<br />
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Housing, however, was not easy to come by. Daniels, ( a member of the board of directors at the Cleghorn Mill, rolled up his sleeves, cleared land, laid out roads and built what they called in those days, "deckers." They were three and four stories high. They later were called tenements and folks were charged $2.00 a room to rent. The article did not say if by the week or month. It would be more interesting if we knew that for sure. I am assuming by the month.<br />
These articles refer to many times that Cleghorn was characterized by "on the hill" "and at the bottom of the hill." The bottom was where the "deckers" were built. If a family built a house and left a "decker" they were referred to as "moving up the hill." Interesting.<br />
There is a reference to Canadian signs above stores stating, "Ici on parle Francais." Those of you that speak French please put in the comment window what that sign said.<br />
I could go on and on with this post, but sometimes shorter is better. Please let me know if you would like more stories out of these two old newspapers. One paper has ink that is almost gone (1938) but I salvaged enough for some very interesting reading I think. Of course, I am a history buff. I just love this kind of thing.<br />
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LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-37600313906222151472018-07-12T07:55:00.001-07:002019-03-24T12:00:37.672-07:00Smokey, Charlie's DogMarie's youngest brother, Charles, was in the Navy for over twenty years. They got to live all over the world. They have such fabulous memories of their travels and various homes. One of their most fond memories is of Smokey, a Wire Hair Terrier. I do not at this time have a picture of him or of Charlie and Nancy's kids when they were young, but when I get them I will add them to these posts. Charlie alluded to the fact that this is just Part 1 of the Smokey Series. This kind of thing I just love.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaC5yGNQhDplXZEk5foDU0meqOWoZkc6rxbuGuRx7wAEVt3vJKPdxb5jw3Ot4msNqtQgqvSvH85ugm_6vn1JFy2FQpmZIWJ_5w6ReACNETTLJVi8DA00Upp-Q-INm6POJTELHTjl7BHE/s1600/IMG_2254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="707" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaC5yGNQhDplXZEk5foDU0meqOWoZkc6rxbuGuRx7wAEVt3vJKPdxb5jw3Ot4msNqtQgqvSvH85ugm_6vn1JFy2FQpmZIWJ_5w6ReACNETTLJVi8DA00Upp-Q-INm6POJTELHTjl7BHE/s200/IMG_2254.JPG" width="190" /></a>As I told the Closed Group of Charlie's oldest sister, I really messed up by not recording Charlie as he told us Smokey's story in person. He was here for Marie's 103rd birthday this month.<br />
This story begins in our living room after a hot day of visiting and helping repair Marie's granddaughter's car. She lives over 700 miles away from home so that project was big and important. It was now time to relax and visit.<br />
This is the beginning of Charlie's story called, "Our Dog Smokey."<br />
"Smokey was a dog we added to our family when we were stationed in Spain. He was a wire haired terrier. He was the runt of the litter, but that's what the kids wanted so that was that.<br />
Nan and I started teaching him easy tricks such as sit up, roll over, and turn around. Then we started to try more difficult tricks such as speak on command and progressed to counting by barking to hand signals and voice commands. One finger is One bark, Two finger for two barks, etc. He could count to three and subtract from three to one at first with voice commands then to just hand commands.<br />
Nan taught him to close doors because the kids would run in the house and fail to close the door. One day I came home from shopping and I had my arms full. I told Smokey to close the car door. Little did I know that our neighbor was in the front yard watching this. Smokey had jumped up and pushed the door, but it did not close, so I told Smokey to go back and close the door which he did.<br />
My neighbor came over and said that if he had not seen this with his own eyes that he would not believe it. He said, "I wish I could train my children to what he just did!"<br />
Smokey did not like to be penned up in the back yard and would dig his way out of the fenced yard. I finally took two pickets off the fence at the bottom so that he had a way out. When I did that he stayed in the back yard until one of us came home and then he would greet us in the FRONT YARD!!" I capitalized front yard, Charlie did not. I still cannot get over how smart Smokey was.<br />
"We were moving to Dallas from Austin and put the house up for sale and put it in a real estate dealer's hand. We told the Realtor to leave the dog in the back yard when they left the house. They put him in the back yard and proceeded to lock the house and put the key in their lock box on the door handle. She looked down there was Smokey. She was sure that she had left him in the back yard, but she unlocked the door and went in the house. She opened the sliding door and put Smokey in the back yard. She left the house, locked the door, put the key in the lock box and lo and behold there was Smokey. She proceeded to call me and swore that she had left him in the back yard! I told her that it was okay because he had his own key. (Can you imagine the poor lady's state of mind?)<br />
We used to play hide and seek with him and the kids would go hide and he would go find them. He sometimes would cheat by peeking to see where they were going so I would have him cover his eyes with his paws 'til they were hidden. Then I told him to go find them. He would always go to the last place he found them and then would search the rest of the house and as always found them all.<br />
All the things we taught him were done without treats after each trick. He would do them for anyone as long as they spoke clearly.<br />
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He loved to play games that the kids played and tried to do everything that that did, We lived across the street from a playground and there was a slide that the kids were using. He would climb the slide ladder and slide down with them just like it was a natural thing that dogs did.<br />
When it was bedtime the family would say prayers before going to bed. We taught Smokey to lay his head in my lap and cover his eyes while we prayed. Every once in a while, he would uncover his eyes to see what was going on. I would scold him and tell him to pray and he would cover his eyes until we were done."<br />
Part 2 of Smokey's story will arrive soon, I presume. When It does, I will print it up and put it on line for all of you to read. Hope you enjoyed Part 1. This story is definitely part of the Aubin Family History.<br />
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<br />LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-29327411124410469702018-06-07T12:09:00.001-07:002019-03-25T05:51:55.487-07:00The HealerToday Marie made me so happy. She had told me this story years ago and of course, I didn't write it down. She was very bright and happy this morning. After breakfast I took a chance and asked her about the time she burned herself. This is how the story goes:<br />
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This picture was in an album of Marie's.<br />
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Marie was home alone. She said that her husband had gone to his parents' house to play cards with his brothers. She added, "cards, cards, cards. Never got tired of playing cards."<br />
She was "carrying" her first child, Marie, and was in her first trimester. She and Ray lived on the fourth floor of a cold water flat. She had decided that she wanted a cup of tea and heated water for it on the stove in a pot. She did not say tea pot. She just said, pot. When the water was boiling, she was going to pour it in a cup for either tea or coffee. She did not specify what she was going to make. In the process of pouring the scalding water, she hit the sink with the pot of water. It slopped the terribly hot water all over her pregnant belly. Of course, soaking her clothes in the process. She said that she had called her mother. She told Marie to call her pep'e. or pe'p'ere or grandfather in Canadian French.<br />
She did that because he was known as a healer. He told her to mix soda and bluing (laundry bluing) and smear on her stomach. The lady from the floor below brought some ice. The healing began immediately. I have never heard of such a thing. Marie called her work and told them she "wouldn't be there for a couple of days." Missing work was almost a disaster at that time in her life.<br />
Marie went to the doctor and the doctor told her that if she had been further along she would have lost the baby. I question that because generally the first three months are often the times when ladies lose their babies. However, when she told me that this morning, I do remember her telling me that before.<br />
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Since Marie is disabled, I do her personal cares. She has always said that the only thing she has to show for the horrible burn is a "cauliflower" scar. There is no scar, there is however, an almost indiscernible naval. I'm thinking she was burned so badly that her naval was scarred over and now is no longer seen.<br />
Since Google is my best friend now days, I asked it what the ingredients of laundry bluing was. "Laundry bluing is made of a very fine blue iron powder suspended in water (a colloidal suspension.)"<br />
Another site said that it contains a pH balancer and a biocide to prevent the buildup of algae and bacteria. There you go! How did he know this? Probably was something handed down for generations in his family. It may have in fact saved Marie's child that she was carrying.<br />
What do you have in your house for burns?<br />
<br />LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-61091349116385380602018-06-05T08:10:00.002-07:002019-03-25T05:52:04.462-07:00Squirrels, Dogs, Cats And MarieWhen I thought that I had heard all of the Marie Stories, I found out that I was completely wrong. This morning her son, Roger and his wife, Virgie stopped to say good-bye to Marie before they left to go home to Texas. Marie has been very very ill these last few weeks, but a couple of days were wonderful gifts to us all. She was verbal for the first time in a very long time and also was alert and aware of her surroundings and knew her boys.<br />
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This morning the four of us were sitting out on her deck and the reminiscing started. Then a new story popped up that I had never heard before. Of course, I couldn't wait to share it with you all.</div>
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I was aware for many years that Marie loved animals. I also knew that Fran had to put a stop to her feeding the neighborhood cats as well as the wildlife that lives in the timber next to her home. She didn't realize how much it was costing to feed the o'possums, squirrels, cats as well as dogs.</div>
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Roger started telling about Marie years ago when she lived in Massachusetts feeding critters IN her home! </div>
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Marie allowed two families of squirrels to come into her home. She fed them table scraps until one of them bit her. She immediately stopped the "squirrel soup line" and told them to get out. Her boys knew not to hunt squirrels unless they were deep in the woods, because the ones close by were hers.</div>
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Then the story started to get more and more detailed. It seemed she had countless numbers of cats and dogs that lived in her house. They had designated closets that each cat knew which one was theirs.</div>
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One day a Husky dog decided to come into her home uninvited seemingly because he had heard the "free food rumor" started by the squirrels. Roger said that the Husky left with two cats on his back. The owner of the dog tried to get Marie to pay her vet bill. Evidently the cats were very territorial and their attack caused the dog to have 142 stitches. True to form, Marie held her ground and did not pay the vet bill!</div>
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This was a new story for me and of course, I told Roger he was making it up. Since Fran was there and verified it I am putting it on line for posterity.<br />
Another Marie story is probably still waiting to be written. When I hear it, I will post it.</div>
LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-36151380355575985112018-05-29T08:15:00.002-07:002019-03-25T05:52:15.847-07:00Marie's New Old SpecialtyYears ago Marie felt that it was her duty to teach her new daughter-in-law new tricks of the trade (about being a good housewife) albeit I was in my sixties. She told me tricks about gardening. She also attempted to teach me how to cook for Fran. She also did NOT try to teach me to crochet because I told her at the onset that was not my forte. She, of course, was amazed that any man or woman did not only crochet or knit, but did not want to!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lsJHlkEMT-O1AlOHMN1QYFHIuc3xoB4wnT-KfdyllJw0rl5OBOtUOMUHjKi-Zi-QGRqJJfxbw7h7IVn4mVj06SpfXLBXKPHJ5B6dEgJSQjV8wWvMG8W0uTjhYPH1EtnOtsbI4i7fcoA/s1600/0529180927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lsJHlkEMT-O1AlOHMN1QYFHIuc3xoB4wnT-KfdyllJw0rl5OBOtUOMUHjKi-Zi-QGRqJJfxbw7h7IVn4mVj06SpfXLBXKPHJ5B6dEgJSQjV8wWvMG8W0uTjhYPH1EtnOtsbI4i7fcoA/s200/0529180927.jpg" width="112" /></a>She used to love to talk. She would talk non stop even when we needed to leave she would continue talking. When we would come back in the room she was still telling the same story. That is how I have been fortunate enough to write many of her life stories. One of her favorite things to do was shop through Publishers Clearing House, and many of the various catalogs that she received in the mail. She would buy See On TV Only things that were pieces of junk in our opinion but it was her money and I told Fran just never mind that is her only way of shopping. She was not able to go to the Dollar General or Wal-Mart very often. As she got older she was not able to go at all.<br />
Marie was a lady that always wanted to do her part for others. She knitted and crocheted hats and mittens for the needy children for years and years. She also baked for bake sales for various charities. This is all leading up to the day that Fran's brother-in-law's family gathering took place after his funeral. I considered him my brother-in-law also because we liked each other and fought about politics and community goings on like brothers and sisters do and laughed about it. Marie liked him also and depended on him and his wife if by chance she needed something while Fran and I were gone.<br />
Marie said that she was going to bake a cake for him; we were a bit apprehensive about it because of her poor eyesight. We told her that was very nice of her. We took the cake to his home. We watched people eat her cake with smiles on their faces. I couldn't take it, I had to have a piece of her cake. It was delicious! So of course, afterwords we stopped at her house to visit. I told her how people enjoyed her cake. Then the teaching of LuAnne began by explaining about her purchase of a microwave Bundt pan for "baking" microwave cakes. She would order one and get two for the same price without realizing that she had to often pay extra shipping costs for the second one.<br />
I wasn't the only one that got the lecture, her son's wife, Virgie, also got the lecture as well as her "free" pan.<br />
One day I thought why do you have to have a special pan for the microwave, so I made one in a regular Pyrex pan. It was fine, except not like Marie's.<br />
I'm an Amazon shopper and one day I realized that I had enough points I could get a microwave Bundt pan free with my points. Then Marie got sick. Then I was here more than at home. Then I didn't want to bake any more. I was busy and I was sad.<br />
One day she asked me if I had found her microwave Bundt pan. I told her that I had not, but I would look for it. No Bundt pan. So today I brought my unused Amazon free microwaveable Bundt pan and made a cake. I watched YouTube and the lady with her husband telling her what to say (reminded me of home) showed a trick she used for even baking. I did it. This is a very short video and the prize cake that turned out. I hope she will taste it.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-29508634461855237412018-04-24T19:22:00.001-07:002019-03-24T12:03:34.426-07:00Marie's Sister, Antoinette<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am sure I have some of her in group photos.<br />
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I wanted to do a story to finish the stories of Marie's siblings, but I am sorry, I have no information.<br />
She has a daughter and granddaughter living in Chicago at this time.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi877Kjb8L4sX2Imvqn4syN-5tAMZFAabXov0MdD-Qxt2sjLbhs9HwjCK5ukvmezlI0e-_dtkvIqkneVukYs5mRHK-GTqkb7ZPge4nH37xv8svlsA8fGzZQgXhal543jk7YFvtRmj4ng8/s1600/toni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="780" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi877Kjb8L4sX2Imvqn4syN-5tAMZFAabXov0MdD-Qxt2sjLbhs9HwjCK5ukvmezlI0e-_dtkvIqkneVukYs5mRHK-GTqkb7ZPge4nH37xv8svlsA8fGzZQgXhal543jk7YFvtRmj4ng8/s200/toni.jpg" width="162" /></a>The pictures that you see are not cropped or edited. They are in Marie's huge book she calls her Family Book/Generation Book. She has added hundreds of pictures and memorabilia throughout the years. As I get more information on Tony I will add it. Please feel free to inform me on Tony's life to make Marie's Memories complete as far as her siblings are concerned.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-70127574409905133442018-04-19T06:45:00.000-07:002019-03-25T04:03:26.944-07:00Marie's Grandson Roger, Jr.Roger Jr. came to visit us with his three children and his father to help Marie celebrate her 95th birthday. He will always stand out in my mind because he was the first person I ever saw watch a movie on his cell phone. I know, I know, but I'm from the country!<br />
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Sabrina, his oldest daughter fell in love with cucumber salad, Brandon learned how to pick, stem and clean green beans from the garden. And loved to eat them too. And Jasmin was five. She was a five year old with the "I miss my daddy and want to be with him all the time attitude". However, Grandma Lu helped out when Francis, Roger, Sr. and Roger Jr. wanted to go fishing. We made cookies!<br />
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Every time Roger visits our house he gives me a bad time about my coffee or lack or it. We have jabbed each other about coffee over the years. He has a good sense of humor which is important to me. He, like most of us has had bumps in his road, but again like most of us picks himself up by his boot straps and continues on with his life. Marie's grandchildren are made of strong stuff and I congratulate them on that. She would be proud of all of you!<br />
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A lot of water has gone under the bridge since then his last visit, Sabrina married and has three children, adding three great great grandchildren to Marie's list. Brandon has grown up and away and is in school in Nevada. Jasmin lives in Texas and is beautiful.<br />
Roger has a wife, Kelly, and has two sons with her.<br />
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A long long time ago, Marie's son, Francis taught her other son Roger Sr., how to be an auto body mechanic. And so Roger Sr. taught Roger also. Roger now is doing that for a living.<br />
When Roger and Kelly and then only Ryan who is now four came to help Marie celebrate her 100th birthday, Roger did us all a favor and made a video with Frank Sinatra singing in the background "The Young At Heart." I embedded that video in Marie's blog post that celebrated her birthday.<br />
Kelly and Roger added another boy, Andrew who is now a year and a half old.<br />
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LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-56799766996838028452018-04-16T18:04:00.002-07:002019-03-25T06:00:33.187-07:00Marie's Brother, Joe<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">
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For a long time I couldn't remember seeing any pictures of Joe. Then one day I decided that Marie's huge photo album/family Bible/keepsake holder etc. should be made available to her family in her closed group. I was amazed at the amount of information Marie had in this "Family Book."<br />
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Joe was in the Navy. Marie has pictures of Joe with his brothers in uniform as well as friends from the service. As I was posting pictures for her from her book I wondered about Joe. All I knew about him was that he had been sick. This is what I found out. He had gotten tuberculosis when he was in the service. He spent several years in the hospital recovering. He had approximately three quarters of one lung removed during that time. His niece said, "Even that didn't stop him. He was always a positive person. He learned how to crochet and did other forms of needlework". His sister Pauline, had a beaded bag that he made while he was in the hospital. I was told by another niece that he crocheted doll clothes at home. Marie made doll clothes also.<br />
He worked at Anwelt Shoe Company after he was discharged from the hospital.When he retired they moved to Fort Pierce, Florida where he and his wife, Rita lived for the remainder of their lives. They had two children; two sons, Wayne and Larry. Larry is deceased. Wayne and his wife are EMS in Alaska.<br />
"Joe continued to crochet and make tablecloths and pocketbooks." She said he also made rosary beads for members of his church. He and Rita made all sorts of string bags, hobo bags, clutches, etc. Another niece told me that Joe and his wife loved to cook and bake and enjoyed playing cards.<br />
At one time one of his nieces had a nasty automobile accident that caused her to have twenty-nine operations on one of her legs. Joe took some of her crocheted toy animals and sold them to people that he worked with.<br />
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He mesmerized his nieces and nephews with his magic tricks with quarters. What a fun man he must have been and so very kind.<br />
One of his visitors said that they had a swimming pool at their house and they had contests to see who could go longer under the water. Even with his bad lungs she said, he beat her. What great memories.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Bgp4y33B9mBLH0BQzSnG0e4Qu9TyzBlFsbGiiTlMe33gYr97ezHWlx1J4Uw5cV6y4Uf2nMo9yBCUGtOWcjTuE8YSPtygRp5nrQxUOY-h0bDYQUCfgO4Z9RzTr1cf90GSgZiW6zUoEHI/s1600/joe%2527s+family+aubin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="960" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Bgp4y33B9mBLH0BQzSnG0e4Qu9TyzBlFsbGiiTlMe33gYr97ezHWlx1J4Uw5cV6y4Uf2nMo9yBCUGtOWcjTuE8YSPtygRp5nrQxUOY-h0bDYQUCfgO4Z9RzTr1cf90GSgZiW6zUoEHI/s200/joe%2527s+family+aubin.jpg" width="200" /></a>Now for the fun part of Joe's hobbies; He loved model train sets and had quite a set up in his basement. He had so much fun with them. He had the train actually go into the bathroom. If you needed Toilet Tissue he would have his train deliver it to you in the bathroom! So much fun. My husband said that he can only remember seeing it once when he was young but it was great.<br />
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Joe loved his family and friends. He is in many pictures, but I chose these to show that were scotch taped and glued in Marie's album. I did not crop or change anything so the picture of Joe is exactly like it is in her book as is the picture of Joe and his wife Rita. I would have loved to have met him.<br />
Other pictures were supplied by his son, Wayne and his wife, Debbie. I also did not crop or edit these pictures on purpose.<br />
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I would like to thank Marie's family for their stories and their assistance in their helping me with the pictures.<br />
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LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-76523451429197831302018-04-16T10:28:00.001-07:002019-03-25T05:52:40.603-07:00Marie Loves All AnimalsMarie makes no distinction between domestic and wild animals when it comes to them being fed. Marie had a cat she called Callie that was a calico cat for about ten years. Her son and I buy her groceries for her every week. Before she became unable to make out her grocery list she always included cat litter and cat food for her cat.<br />
In the latter months she complained about Callie. She crawled up on her crocheting and played with the yarn destroying her work. She had to resort to covering her work with newspaper to keep Callie out of it. She crawled up on her sewing machine cabinet in her bedroom where she had her starter plants and dug them all to pieces. She started laying on her pillow around her neck and kneaded her shoulders and drove her nuts! Then the cat got fleas. Fran would always put a flea collar on her and that kept them at bay. At the last, Callie would run from Fran and not allow him to put the collar on her. The cat had to then be an outside cat.<br />
Marie told me to find a home for Callie because she could no longer care for her. So I started putting ads in our local swap and shop. Calico cats are in demand in our area. Marie changed her mind. She didn't want to part with her furry friend.<br />
Even our local Vet said that he would take Callie and find her a home.<br />
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The o'possum would join in and the raccoons, and all the cats. She was going through five pounds of cat food in a flash. Then she was buying ten pound bags. She was feeding the purchased food, plus she would put out scraps on the deck so that they could have a party! Then Fran stepped in and told her that she couldn't afford to feed all the animals that came to her deck.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTcDmpmZB2lz2wJIhrsn0VwORxfFdwPYD-IOhOO_l0g2HjceQtTETUHO81DAw6Eg-Tr_oiT6ByucjxqxvVlzQLcovOyQ-c1kD9nxWp8SGelaPo8DFv-HJW28pfwm9_EV10H_tECtEiHQ/s1600/100_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTcDmpmZB2lz2wJIhrsn0VwORxfFdwPYD-IOhOO_l0g2HjceQtTETUHO81DAw6Eg-Tr_oiT6ByucjxqxvVlzQLcovOyQ-c1kD9nxWp8SGelaPo8DFv-HJW28pfwm9_EV10H_tECtEiHQ/s200/100_0738.JPG" width="200" /></a>When Marie came home from the rehab center the cat had found a lovely home with our friend and she was relieved. We had told her when she was still in the center, but we weren't sure if she comprehended. The cat was never mentioned again, however, the neighbor cats have not forgotten Marie. The cat across the street would wait for Callie to come out and play all winter.<br />
This morning a strange cat was lounging in an old chair on the deck that was slated for the burn pile. Sorry, Kittie, no food.<br />
Fran didn't want me to get close to this little visitor because from the window he looked similar to a badger, but no, he was a black cat. Again, Fran warned me against getting too close, because he could be bad luck. Get real!LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-73982021654730142532018-04-15T15:07:00.001-07:002019-03-24T11:53:19.295-07:00Harris County 911 What Is The Location Of Your Emergency?Donna is Marie's niece. Her father is Charlie. She has so many nieces, I hear "ask Uncle Charlie" frequently.<br />
Donna worked seven years as a dispatcher for Austin Campus Police and has just retired from Harris County Sheriff's office after 26 years and five months.<br />
I visited with Donna and asked her what was the frequent 911 calls she got. She said that the majority of calls were mostly fights, thefts, and accidents. However there once was a lady that told Donna it was her job to give her directions to an address for a garage sale. She said, "Nope that's not part of my job."<br />
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She said that a lot of kids would call and ask her to help with their homework. What? That's as bad as the woman that got national attention for calling 911 because the fast food place drive through she was at didn't give her ketchup for her french fries. I asked Donna if she ever had to talk someone, mom or dad through a delivery of a baby. She said, "No, but I listened to the EMS talk them through one though." What an interesting job. She said that even when she was a teenager that she was interested in being a 911 operator. There are lots of tests to take to be qualified and she has been scared a time or two.<br />
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Donna and her husband have been married for fourteen years. Donna has a son who will be thirty four this year. So, I said, what kind of things do you like to do? She likes to do outside activities which does not surprise me. She likes to ride bike, and even para sailing along with scuba diving. Her father is an avid outdoors man and even in his eighties is hunting, skiing, and off on adventures of some sort. One day I put a picture of her father and his mother in a group for Marie. I said something to the effect that one on one pictures of children with a parent is very special. Here is a picture of just that.<br />
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Donna and her father came to our house almost three years ago to help Marie celebrate her one hundred birthdays.<br />
Now for the fun part; she wants to write a book! You'll never guess what the subject will be.....yup a 911 dispatcher. I wonder if the dispatcher is the victim or the perpetrator that's cool, Donna. I have only met you once for the big party, but I liked you so much. You are one of a kind, in your words, "cool."<br />
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LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-32211567098100054062018-04-06T09:23:00.002-07:002019-03-25T05:59:55.904-07:00Marie's Magazine Is A Bit Of American HistoryIn her stack of sheet music, lyric books, Readers Digest Music book and bits and pieces of handwritten lyrics I found a magazine. It was taped together also, but very readable. It was called the Movie Mirror.<br />
I Googled the Movie Mirror and the last publication I saw was in 1985. Amazon sells these magazines as a single copy for a lot of money if they are in mint condition, however, they say only one left in stock on several of them.<br />
This edition is November 1958. I could not find it listed anywhere. It fascinates me. I shall read it cover to cover several times I'm sure. The cover is Kim Novak. I remember her and Tab Hunter, who is also on this cover when I was a teenager. He was my heart throb. Pat Boone has an article in this magazine as well as "in the news today" Robert and Natalie Wagner.<br />
This magazine is 60 years old and is just full of history. Imagined or real. The reporters in these article talk just like I am talking now. I love it!!!<br />
Natalie said that Robert taught her everything about love. She wouldn't care if he looked like Yul Brenner.<br />
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Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr. and Pat Boone had just a few of the interviews in this juicy tidbit of a magazine.<br />
This jewel sold for $3.00 a year or twenty five cents at the counter.<br />
Pictures of James Darren and his little boy playing hide and seek, and a real sizzler of an article about Marlon Brando titled, Hero or Heel? Such fun<br />
In this jewel you could order 5 dresses for $2.75 but the very best ad was for a wrist radio for $4.98. that included an ear plug. Five year unconditional guarantee. No batteries to wear out. No tubes to replace. That price included shipping. Well I never!<br />
I shouldn't laugh because I didn't think microwaves would ever become a staple part of a lady's kitchen.<br />
<br />LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-1897539422790993682018-04-06T03:13:00.000-07:002019-03-25T06:00:06.917-07:00A Funny StoryI asked Marie to tell me a funny story. All of her stories seemed to me so serious. Those of you that know me, know how much I love to laugh. Marie said, "I don't know if I have a funny story." The story she ended up telling me is hilarious in my estimation.<br />
At the time this story happened, Marie had had three babies. She had gone to the Military Ball where Tommy Dorsey was going to be playing. This was a big deal. Tommy Dorsey's band was called the Greatest Band.<br />
Her second cousin's daughter sang with his band. Marie's cousin introduced Marie to Tommy and told him that Marie could sing. She asked him if Marie could sing with his band that night; just one song and that would be so nice of him. Tommy said, "Well get her up here."<br />
There was just one problem, as happened back then many new mothers were not given the prenatal vitamins that they are now. Marie's teeth suffered from lack of calcium resulting in the extracting of all of her teeth. That night she carried a fan to cover her face.<br />
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In those days they had no microphones, so the audience had to be quiet as little mice. (Marie's words)<br />
She sang a song with a fan in front of her face which made hearing her even more difficult for the audience to hear/understand. That night was exciting and embarrassing at the same time. However, how many of us can say we sang with the country's Greatest Band?<br />
Tommy Dorsey played trombone with the ease of a genius. The band played swing and jazz. I would have loved to have heard her sing.<br />
Marie had headed in the wrong direction and had started smoking when she was a teenager. She started having problems with her throat and went to the doctor. He told her to quit smoking. She never smoked another cigarette and continued to sing resulting years later in this wonderful story.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-74670893118910253852018-04-03T03:47:00.002-07:002019-03-11T11:56:29.014-07:00Marie's Marks On HistoryThere are times that I so do wish Marie would/could talk to me. Today is one of those days. She will be leaving us with no answers to some things that happened in her life that generations to come will want to know.<br />
They will want to know why she did grocery shopping lists on sheet music that is valuable beyond imagination.<br />
Marie did her bank statements on invaluable souvenir books and wrote French lyrics and English lyrics and put them inside mismatched music books.<br />
Marie has mentioned several times that she played the piano. She told me about playing with a brother/sister combo when she was young and how much fun they had.<br />
She never ever told me that she was an accomplished player. When you open up the sheet music that Marie has, it is "black." That's what I used to call it when I opened up music that had lots of flats and sharps and huge octave ranges. All her well used music is "black."<br />
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She has haphazard brown sheet music with no beginning and sometimes no ending. She would never have kept these sheets of history I don't think, if they hadn't meant something to her.<br />
I found two only, sheet music folders/book/sheets that are still in tact. They are two that I remember seeing/hearing when I was a young person.<br />
The first is Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.<br />
Marie has played it over and over by the way the music feels and looks. It is soft and smooth, but still glossy. It was copyrighted in 1936 . "The Way You Look Tonight" was the lead song in Swing Time. It was touted as having the greatest dancing in the history of the universe. It is said that by the end of the shoot of the movie, Roger's feet were bleeding.<br />
I am sad that I was so young when I came in the scene to see Fred Astaire dance solo when I was a teenager and that was on television.<br />
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Fred and Ginger did only one movie together that was in color. It was budgeted for $2,325,420. It grossed $4,421,000. I put this in this post because in the industry today, $2,000,000 probably wouldn't cover an actor's salary.<br />
This will be a very long post, but it needs to include the other sheet music by Kate Smith. Kate Smith was a big lady and suffered bullying by her coworkers. When I read a biography about her, they said that she would cry and cry in her dressing room before and after her performance. How could she sing so beautifully? <br />
Things don't change much do they?<br />
She was a fantastic singer, and very aggressive career wise.One of her biggest hits, was When The Moon Comes Over The Mountain. That music was copyrighted in 1931. I personally loved to hear her sing. I saw her on the Ed Sullivan show many many years ago.<br />
This music is Scotch Taped together, but is still in tact.<br />
I no longer play because of Multiple Sclerosis, but my fingers itch to give it a try. I may someday.<br />
Thank you Marie, for your legacy of not only your family, but your nonchalance of "things." Too often people put such store on "things" that they lose sight of what is really important.<br />
Thanks for listening.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-34828118161206318652018-03-29T17:29:00.002-07:002019-03-21T12:30:32.545-07:00Marie's Hat Went Muddin'Marie's hats are fun things to wear, model, and laugh with family at picture taking time.<br />
Marie's hats have been worn on a boat, in the garden, in the grocery store the Dollar Store and even in my laundry room. Yup, one day I was feeling silly and saw it sitting on the shelf and put it on and started singing and dancing around.<br />
Marie's hats make you just feel good.<br />
Marie's hats gather attention to you whether you want it or not.<br />
In 2015 one of Marie's crocheted shopping bag hats went muddin' with Fran and Mike, my son who was going to drive and me wearing my Marie Hat.<br />
Muddin' gets in your blood like a drug if you are young enough and want to spend a lot of money buying parts for your mud truck.<br />
The first time I ever went muddin' was in 1990. There were four of us in a front seat of a pickup. One of those people was a D.O.N. who was on call twenty-four seven. She had the newest and the best cell phone that was new on the market. It was a bag phone. So besides four people we had that blasted bag phone bouncing up and down. It was not a little flip phone, it was big!<br />
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That was the start of it, but it got in the back seat of my life. Life has a way of getting in the way of fun things it seems. You know working, paying bills, children and all that good stuff.<br />
When my son, Mike, bought his old mud truck Fran watched with interest as he left and came home putting dollar after dollar down a rat hole to hear Fran talk. One day I reminded him that he used to race cars for fun and by the way, wasn't that expensive. Ahem. I got my point across. Some time after that Fran and Mike would go to the scrap yards for parts. Fran and Mike would "fix" said Mud truck.<br />
Fran and Mike would go muddin' and have a ball. A friend has a huge farm and big ponds. They have tractors to pull a driver out if they get stuck in the middle of the pond. They have a grill and have hamburgers and hot dogs. People bring their own food too. Folks set up gazebo tents, coolers with beer and sodas and a variety of things that grown ups and children alike can sample.<br />
I had M.S. I couldn't go. The heat made me faint. It spoiled my fun for many years. One Sunday it was beautiful and Mike asked me if I wanted to go. Heck, yes I wanted to go. So cane in hand, Marie's hat on my head (washable you know) I was anxious to do it!<br />
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The last thing that happened to make my day that I will probably remember forever was a little four year old girl that said, " Look, mama, that grandma went muddin' and she needs a ladder to help her get out of the truck." And that I did.<br />
After my fun I sat in the shade under one of the tent gazebos and the ladies all asked me where I got such a neat hat.<br />
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Of course, I had to get Marie involved because she would think it was great. That she did!.LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-62002206678680101842018-03-29T08:12:00.000-07:002019-03-11T12:01:22.763-07:00Another Great Granddaughter's StoryI showed Marie a picture of her carrying wood yesterday afternoon. She knows that I put pictures on the internet. She also enjoys knowing that her family loves her and loves the pictures.<br />
The picture triggered a memory to Marie that I couldn't comprehend. I could see on her face that she wanted to tell me what she was thinking. I sat down on her cedar chest beside her with my dry erase board and the story began. But with her fingers only telling me in a whisper, "Chuck's daughter, "Saundra."<br />
She showed me with her fingers over and over like her fingers were "walking" only really fast like they were running. Over and over she went. She stopped and looked out the window. She does this now when she is thinking.<br />
She looked back at me like tell me more.<br />
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I sent a message to Cassie last night telling her about what Marie had done.<br />
This is a quote from Cassie along with permission to publish this little story.<br />
"I was always playing with hair, whether it be hers or my dolls. She always told me I was going to be a beautician. She wanted me to keep her old home hood hair dryer that hooked to the table. I swore I'd never use it. I wish I would have kept it. I was very close to Me'me. Tell her hello and I love her."<br />
So I did.<br />
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<br />LuAnne Lizottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16674275321957496389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578778803174227557.post-73789051551345198042018-03-25T07:51:00.001-07:002019-03-25T06:00:19.326-07:00She Made It In A WeekI have been taking care of Marie Aubin Lizotte since November of 2017.<br />
She amazes me every day. She goes from bright and alert to knocking on death's door to bright and alert again. She is one hundred two years old, soon to be one hundred three in July.<br />
Marie is known for her ability to grow flowers, state her opinions and her handwork. Today's story is about one of her creations.<br />
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This week on her good days, Marie seemed to me to be in a cleaning frenzy. Cleaning the top of her cedar chest has never been a priority for her. Her papers and magazines plus needed "stuff" accumulates through the years.<br />
She saves every card and letter that she receives in the mail. It may seem silly, but when you are alone your loved ones'<br />
correspondence is like reaching out and living their life with them.<br />
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One day about two weeks ago she told me a "story" about a dress that she made that was similar to a dress that she had seen in a store. The dress was crocheted. She admired that dress and to anyone that saw her they would think that she was just touching and feeling and checking out the quality of the dress. Not so. She was counting stitches like her mother taught her to do. I just found that tidbit out this week from one of her niece's comments about her grandmother telling her to buy something she liked, don't take the tags off then take it to her and she would recreate it; clever.<br />
This morning she directed her son to open her cedar chest that has been sitting by her chair as long as I have known her. We cleared off the remaining things, and to our surprise there lay on top of her prized possessions, was the crocheted dress.<br />
Marie is a fan of the internet ever since I started writing a blog about her life. She pointed to my phone. She wanted me to put a picture of it on the computer. She calls it that "thing." So I draped her melon colored dress over her clothes and Fran, her son, snapped some pictures.<br />
Here is her prized creation after her death August 30, 2018 being modeled by her granddaughter, Rhonda Mason. Life goes on....<br />
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