Friday, February 24, 2012

Virginia Moore Williams Schick

1921 – 2012

Virginia Moore Williams 55

Born in Spokane, Washington to John Grady and Leta Hill Moore.

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Younger, adoring sister to Jack.  Jack was killed in the Phillipines during WWII.

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Dancer.  Pretty little ballerina feet she always pampered.

Virginia Moore 17a

Relocated to California while a teenager.  Always loved the water. And the beach.  And surfers.


Eloped with David Gilpin Williams in 1939.  They didn’t tell anyone and went on living as they had until Virginia’s father began complaining about all the time Dave was spending hanging around.  Dave attached their certificate of marriage on her bedroom door and spent the night.


A few years later (50 to be exact!) they married again.  In a church.  With a minister…


And their three children plus spouses, seven grandchildren  plus spouses, and four great grandchildren.  (There are now 11 great grandchildren and 3 great-great grandchildren with another on the way).

Let’s just say they were well chaperoned.


But that didn’t always matter.


Revered mother to Nancy, Janice & David Jr.


Pioneer.  She moved with Dave to the desert when no one else was there.

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She loved kitties and Christmas and dolls and granddaughters. (She loved grandsons too, but I think she had a sweet spot for granddaughters).

In the early days, when her kids all had small kids and lived away from “home”, the families would all come home for Christmas.  The louder, the messier, the more chaotic the better for Virginia.  She was the first one up and loved it more than anyone.

Because of the magnetic pull of home, all three Williams siblings eventually settled back in the small community where they were raised.

There was no longer the need to spend the night at Virginia’s home on Christmas Eve since everyone lived within 15 miles of each other.  No matter, we did it anyway until there were just too many (and our backs became old and we could no longer camp out on whatever square of floor we could find).

This alteration in tradition was only acceptable if all were present and accounted for by 5:30 am.  And if you weren’t there, she called you until you were.


Honored grandmother to Lisa, Matthew, Jeff, Adam, David III, Cathy, Gina (Virginia Ann), and Donna (who passed away as a child).

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Business woman, travel agent and world traveler.  She’s been to more places than I can even name or locate on a map.

David died surrounded by family in 1996 after nearly 57 years of marriage.

At the age of 78, she married Edwin Schick.  Retired Colonel in the Marines and decorated veteran of 3 wars. They were married for 11 years before he passed away in 2010.

She slipped through the veil after living nearly 91 years holding her daughter’s hand in her own home.  As with much of her life, she named her own terms.

Easter 1968 Virginia Williams & Lisa Huntington

She was my grandma.

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And I miss her already.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Grief Counseling

First, a little background.

I’ve had my eye on this little jewel for a few months:

I’ve had my Suburban for nigh on 12 years.  She’s been a great friend and seen us through car seats, smashed juice boxes, many a family vacation, new puppies, elementary school carpools, teenage basketball teams, driver’s training, taking kids to college, and much much more.  Most of her exterior has been replaced at one time or another.  127,366 miles of togetherness.  We’re moving on.  It’s time she be retired. You know, gold watch, greener pastures, yada, yada.

So I’ve been using all of my best feminine wiles and a few less flattering ones (whining among them), but as yet there is no shiny white platinum (the platinum part costs extra!) Explorer in my garage.  Yet.

Well yesterday my dear, beloved 90-year old grandma entered the hospital and my mom called last night to give us an update.  I was not home so she got my hubby.  Apparently she also mentioned that she was considering purchasing the VERY SAME car as I’ve been wanting!  Well, Jeff knew that would not sit well with the wifey and that he’d be subjected to another round of ranting interspersed with begging, so he made her promise not to tell me.

Fast forward to today. 

I called to check on Grandma.  I could tell Mom was not at home so I asked her if she was at the hospital.

Mom:  Um. No.

Me: Oh, where are you then?

Mom:  [pregnant pause] I’m actually at the Ford Dealer.

Something in the way she said it made me know I was not going to like why she was at the Ford dealer…


Mom:  Actually, I thought about it and if this one had leather seats…maybe.  But, no, I’m getting the Edge.

Me:  What COLOR?  Not white PLATINUM?????

Mom:  Well, yes.

OK, whatever.

My mom next calls my husband.  At work.  She doesn’t do that.  He excuses himself to take the call.

Mom:  The gig is up!

Jeff:  Oh.  I’m sooooo sorry.  Did she go peacefully?

On the other end, the response is silence broken up by periodic muffled sounds.  Jeff knows she must be too choked up to speak.  It’s to be expected.

Jeff launches into consolation mode, comforting my mom through the loss of her honored mother.  “…you know she lived a good, long life….”

Then this sound burst forth from the receiver in Jeff’s hand:


At this point my mom manages this reverent redirection,

“Oh no!  The old bird is still with us!” *


*Note:  I hasten to clarify that we appreciate a bit of wry humor in our family.  Grandma IS often described as a tough old bird by those who know and love her best.  She is a modern medical miracle of longevity despite every reason why her body should have shut down years ago.  She is going on sheer will.  We are truly grateful to still have her with us and yet will celebrate her full life when she decides to reunite with loved ones who have already travelled through the veil.  Just so you know.

Friday, February 3, 2012


It is often said that the true test of what children learn at home is how they behave when they are out of the home.

That is bad news for me.

I received this picture from #1 son, age 20, living as a missionary in Mexico City for the last 18 months:


This was the explanation:

“…a picture of the trash pile in our house that we have because we have been too lazy to buy trash bags…”

If you ever wondered what missionaries in Mexico City feed themselves, there you have it.

Also this week, I received a text from #2 son, age 18, student at college:

i registered for spring and washed my sheets”

He washed his sheets for the first time since I made his bed when we moved him into the dorm in August.  Yes, 160 days between washings.  I knew it was going to be a problem.

No word yet if the sheets are actually back ON the bed or if now he’s just sleeping on the bare mattress.