Wonderful weekend in Wichita

Bryan’s grandparents live in Wichita, Kansas, and last weekend, we flew out their for our annual visit.

Bryan was born in Wichita as were both his parents.  Bryan’s family moved to lovely Austin, Texas for much of elementary school, while his dad went to graduate school.  When Bryan was about 9, they moved back to Wichita, and he lived there until going to college (to meet me!) in 1996.  Bryan and I got engaged in Wichita in 1998.  And although Bryan’s parents don’t live there anymore, we really enjoy going back to see his grandparents and aunts and uncles.

For the past five years, we’ve been making an annual April pilgrimage to Wichita.  Twelve months is a lot of time to go between visiting with Andrew and Sylvia’s great-grandparents, but we’re grateful to get to spend the time with them that we do.  As may be expected, I took a fair number of photos of our visit.  Yes.  Quite a few photos.  They can be viewed in the gallery.

Here are a few of my favorites of our grandparents.

Here is Grandma Jo outside her home.

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Three generations: Grandma Harvey with her daughter and granddaughter. IMG_5775

Sylvia and Grandpa Harvey.  The two of them were so sweet together.

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Here Sylvia is sitting on Grandma Harvey’s lap, packing her toys into Melanie’s pretty purse.

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It is so fun to watch them all delight in each others’ company!

Here’s Grandpa Harvey chatting with Andrew.

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And here are a few portraits I took.

Grandma Harvey

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IMG_6058Grandpa Harvey (sans glasses)

IMG_6052Grandma and Grandpa (they are both turning 91 this year and celebrating their 76th wedding anniversary!!)

IMG_6016Grandma Joe, smiling and joking as always

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I feel so lucky to have all these wonderful people in our lives.  We miss Dandy…he passed away in 2007…  What a treat to spend several days in the company of so many delightful family members.  I loved watching Andrew and Sylvia interact with them all.  More details about our trip (and photos too) are on their way!

My grandma is 90!

Jan. 25: Yesterday, my mom’s mom – Mum – turned 90 years old.  Bryan, the kids, and I drove down to Janesville to share a little cake with her.  My mom’s brother, Peter, his wife Marci, their son, Scott, his girlfriend Nikki, and her son, Darren were all there.  We had cake and ice cream, and joined Mum and her friend Fred for her birthday lunch.  Here’s a video of Mum getting her birthday cake.
Happy 90th!  What a milestone!

Visiting Mum

Nov. 2: On Tuesday, Andrew, Sylvia, and I drove down to Janesville to visit Mum. We had a nice time together. She really enjoyed seeing the kiddos, and she seemed rather overjoyed that I’d come. I think she’s feeling pretty lonely. Hard to believe that she’ll be 90 years old this winter!
Here’s a video I took of her during our visit. Andrew was not interested in participating:)

Visiting Mum with the kids

mum.JPGNov. 1: On Tuesday last week, I took Sylvia and Andrew to Janesville to visit Mum.  She’d called me a few times recently – sounding pretty lonely – and she really seemed to appreciate our visit.  She marveled at Sylvie and Andrew, and she was in pretty good shape during our visit.  Hard to believe she’s going to be 90 years old in a few months!  Pictures are in the gallery.


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Sylvia has met all her great-grandparents

April 25: Andrew, Sylvia, and I drove down to Janesville today and got to visit with my mom’s mom (Mum) for the first time since Sylvia was born.  Mum thought the little girl was just wonderful, and Andrew did an admirable job amusing himself in Mum’s rooms during our visit.  I had picked up some hamburgers from Culvers, so we all ate those and some of Mum’s yogurt, admired the baby, and went through some small items from Mum’s house (which has now sold).
Sylvia (who does NOT like her car seat) screamed for about half of each of the drives, but overall she did really well.
It’s a spring-y day, and our maple tree has just burst out full of the springiest green flowers.  The tulilps that we planted last fall are all coming up, and the magnolia tree I got for Sylvia is starting to bloom even though we haven’t planted it in the ground yet!
Beautiful spring is here.

Reconnecting in Wichita

wichita.JPGApril 15: Our trip to Wichita was really nice!  We left early on Friday morning and returned home late on Sunday night.  Bryan’s parents and Ben and Melanie drove up from Texas to meet us there, and we got to see Bryan’s grandparents, his uncles and aunts, and several good family friends.  Our pictures of the weekend were plentiful, but they were taken on three cameras.  So the gallery currently holds one camera’s worth of  pictures.
Andrew really enjoyed spending time with everyone.  He’s petitioning hard for a trip down to Granny and Grandad’s house, so I think we’ll be looking at a trip down to Texas in June or July.  We’ll probably even leave him down there to spend a bit of solo time.

Bryan’s grandparents are doing well.  Grandma and Grandpa Harvey are back in their own home after spending some time in an assisted living suite while Grandpa recovered from hip replacement surgery.  Bryan’s grandpa, Dandy, passed away last October, so it was nice to see Grandma Jo and give her some hugs.  She’s doing well and is as full of vim and vigor as ever.
We missed seeing Ben’s family and our friends, Julie, Jerry, and Grayson; but maybe next time!  Andrew loved playing outdoors.  The wind was coming on strong, and it wasn’t exactly warm, but that kid has been cooped up inside for so long, he jumps outdoors at the slightest opportunity:)  Fortunately, he had lots of loving relatives willing to join him for some running around the yard time.
It was great to introduce everyone to little Sylvia and to let them see what a neat person Andrew is turning into.  A great time was had by all!

Grandma’s obituary

grandma2.JPGMarch 14: Aunt Julie and Dad (and others!) have been hard at work planning Grandma’s funeral so it can be a good celebration of her life.  My cousin Max is putting together a slide show, and I went through my digital photos to look for some images to share.  These pictures are now in my gallery.
Grandma’s obituary follows below…

MONROE – Lucille Evelyn Babler, 86 (less 7 hours), died peacefully on March 10, 2008, at the Monroe Manor Nursing Home, Monroe, Wisconsin. She became a resident there in mid-December while she recovered from hip-replacement surgery. In late February while still recovering, she was unexpectedly diagnosed with stomach cancer and became a patient of Hospice.

Lucille was born on March 11, 1922, in Deaconess Hospital in Monroe, Wisconsin, to Herman and Helen (nee Kelly) Krueger. She attended Countryside elementary school until the third grade, St. Victor’s from third through eighth grade, and graduated from Monroe High School in 1940. Lucille was married to Myron Jacob Babler, also of Monroe. She has four children, seven grandchildren, and nine great grandchildren.

As a child, Lucille wanted to be a ballerina. While she didn’t realize that dream, her life became a dance that expressed a profound story—filled with serious challenges, moments of great joy, and many personal achievements. Her husband, her family, her friends, and her church provided the music to which she danced. She quietly wove a wonderful life story, and her ability to meet life’s challenges was a testament to her strength and character.

When she was eight years old, her mother contracted tuberculosis, which eventually institutionalized her. This occurred during the Depression era, and she and her four younger siblings were too much for her farm-worker father to handle alone. As was common at the time, relatives helped to raise the children.

Blanche and Henry Rinehardt of Monroe asked Lucille to live with them. Henry was a carpenter, and they lived on a small rural farm on Smock Valley Road with one cow for milk and hand-churned butter and chickens for eggs and meat. Their home was lit by kerosene lamps and heated by a wood-burning furnace. Water came from a hand-pumped well, cooking was by wood stove, and the bathroom was the outhouse. The radio ran on an old car battery and was always tuned to WLS for the “Barn Dance” on Saturday nights. The Rinehardts treated Lucille as their daughter, were good to her, and protected her. Their daughter, Celeste, became her lifelong friend, and when Celeste married, Lucille was in high school and lived with her.

Rinehardt’s farm was located about a mile from Monroe, and Lucille walked to St. Victor’s school most every school day. On the weekends she loved to go to movies or roller-skating with her Aunt Mert and friends Charlene and Gen, and she often stayed with her Grandma Kelly overnight. If they didn’t have enough money to continue skating on Sunday, they’d watch from the balcony.

Lucille visited her mother Helen at Pinehurst Sanitarium in Janesville until her mother’s death in 1940. They sat in a room with the windows opened and couldn’t hug or touch each other. Helen did her best to advise her, but the situation was hard for both of them.

Helen was spiritual and wanted Lucille to be brought up in the faith, so Blanche was ultimately responsible for Lucille’s lifelong association with St. Victor’s Catholic Church. Lucille was baptized, received confirmation, and was married there. She loved St. Victor’s, went to church nearly every day after her children were grown, and volunteered in many ways.

Lucille met the love of her life in April 1941 when Helen Rinehardt asked her to go see a band with her and her husband Harlan, plus their friend Myron (“Mike”). Lucille had admired Mike from a distance while he worked as an usher at the Goetz Theater. Mike wasn’t pleased to have this extra girl coming along, but by the end of the evening he had changed his mind and immediately began dating her. They quickly fell in love. Unable to wait for Christmas, he proposed marriage to her hours before Pearl Harbor was attacked on December 7, 1941. They were married on April 18, 1942—one year to the day after meeting.

For a short time after the wedding, they lived in Joliet, Illinois, where Mike worked at the war plant. In July 1942, Mike was drafted into the Army. She got to see him three times while he was in training: during Christmas 1942 when he came home (surviving a train derailment during the journey), in the spring of 1943 in Palacois, Texas (where they stayed in a cabin with hundreds of cockroaches), and in early fall when he came to Monroe on a three-day pass.

On Thanksgiving Day 1943, Mike called to ask her to meet him in New York City. She went and after three days of waiting for him, she received a heavily censored note saying he was quarantined on a ship. She had to leave. He shipped out to the European Theatre, and she left for Monroe.

During the war Lucille stayed with Mike’s parents, Emma and Jacob Babler, in their apartment near the square in Monroe. Emma treated her like a daughter. Lucille held a job with Lakeshire-Marty wrapping butter, and another working at the AAA office. She went to almost every movie and reconnected with her sister Naomi. They served as each other’s bridesmaids, and their friendship continued to grow.

After more than three years in the service and earning three purple hearts, Mike returned. At last they could build a life together. They moved into their own home in 1949, where they spent the rest of their lives raising their family of four and enjoying each other’s company. In April 2007, they celebrated their 65th anniversary.

Lucille’s children and grandchildren will remember her for her love of home and family; thoughtful, loving personality; quiet strength; great laugh (and their desire to make her laugh); ability to truly listen; famous seasonal sugar cookies; hand-decorated birthday cakes; annual handmade Christmas ornaments; sewing, knitting, and needlework; flower and vegetable gardens; her love of ginkgo trees and nature, animals and bird watching; James Herriot books and reading; an immaculately kept house; Saturday night root beer floats; her love of Perry Como, Willie Nelson, and John Denver; doing jigsaw puzzles; watching Johnny Carson; her need to “sleep on it” when it came to decision making and processing change; her rock-solid stability; her tireless work at St. Victor’s counting the collections, arranging flowers, washing linens, and helping at school; her years as a Girl Scout troop leader; her thousands of hours of work with the Apostolate to the Handicapped, including helping with mailings, office work, and events; and her appreciation of the basic joys of life.

Lucille is survived by her four children: Kim Babler of Madison; Gary Babler of Stoughton; Scott (Marcia) Babler of Libertyville, Illinois; and Julie (Kevin) of California. She is also survived by her sisters, Naomi (Oliver) Miller of Brodhead and Helen Kundert of South Prairie, Washington; seven grandchildren; and nine great grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by her husband Myron on October 30, 2007; her parents, Herman and Helen Krueger; two brothers, Max and Virgil; and her daughter-in-law Margot (nee Davis) Babler on August 31, 2007.

A visitation will take place on Sunday, March 16, at Newcomer Funeral Home, 1329 31st Avenue, Monroe, from 5–7 p.m., with a prayer service at 7 p.m. The family also invites you to a funeral to celebrate her life on Monday, March 17, at 10:45 a.m. at St. Victor’s Catholic Church, 1760 14th Street, Monroe. Memorials may be made to the Diocese of Madison Apostolate to the Handicapped, 515 22nd Avenue, Box 443, Monroe, WI 53566-0443, 608-324-1000. An online obituary and guest book are available at www.newcomerfuneralhome.net.

Grandma is gone

grandma.jpgMarch 10: I got a call from my dad this evening with news that my grandma passed away this afternoon.  Her 86th birthday is tomorrow.

Dad was with her as were two of his siblings, my Aunt Julie and Uncle Scott.  She declined much more quickly than we thought she would, but perhaps that was a blessing for her.  I’ve been trying to get my head around the fact that she’s gone. It’s a really odd feeling to have these people who have always been such constants in life be gone.

Since Mom, we’ve lost Bryan’s grandpa, Dandy; my grandpa; Terry’s dad, Forry; and now my grandma.  I’ve had enough.  Looking at little Sylvia’s tiny hands and feet and newborn movements, it’s amazing to think that she’s at the beginning of the life cycle that Grandma has just ended.  I’m really glad they were able to meet.

Not good news about my grandma

Feb. 26: You know, as I typed the title of this post, I realized that I was applying a parenting technique of my mom’s.  She made a point of not using the word “bad” in regards to us…even in regards to our behavior.  Instead, she would say “not good” or “not appropriate” or some such phrase.  The idea is to focus on what you want (good or appropriate behavior) as opposed to pointing out the negative.
Anyway, there’s some negative to report from Grandma’s meeting with the oncologist today.  Turns out that her stomach cancer has pretty much blocked her lower stomach, so food isn’t able to make it’s way to her intestines.  She was hospitalized again on Sunday.  The oncologist said that her tumor isn’t operable, even if she was much younger and more robust, and chemo or radiation would not be effective.
So now, quite suddenly, Grandma is looking at an end-of-life situation.  Dad and Aunt Julie are trying to decide whether to move her home with 24 hour nursing care or to move her to the Hospice center in Madison.
When I think of my grandma, I think of a quiet, loving woman who tries to live her life as responsibly as possible.  Her religious devotion is deep and really rather impressive.  I love making Grandma smile.  Best of all is making Grandma laugh.  That really makes me feel good partly because it isn’t too easy.  The fact that I’ve gotten her laughing hard a couple times is one of my big accomplishments in life:)  I love Grandma’s cooking.  Her meals are the staple of our holidays, and I fully associate the taste of her cooking with family and love.
My grandpa died in October, and it’s hard to believe that we’re looking at the real possibility that in the near future, I won’t have grandparents living in Monroe anymore.  And my poor dad will be planning another funeral.
As Terry said after being at his dad’s memorial service in Oregon last weekend, “Between you and me, I’m all deathed out.”  Agreed.  In the meantime, I am going to think through what kinds of things I can do to brighten Grandma’s days while she’s still here with us.

Grandma Babler’s recent diagnosis

Feb. 22: Some unwelcome news has come out of Monroe today.  My grandma (my dad’s mom) was diagnosed with stomach cancer.  Poor grandma has been through so much these past months.  My grandpa died in late October.  In December, Grandma’s osteoporosis got the upper hand, and her hip broke.  Since then, she’s undergone surgery and been living in a rehabilitation center.  She fell again a couple weeks ago, but didn’t seem to break anything.
My dear grandma hasn’t had much to feel hopeful about these days.  It’s been a hard winter for her.  Dad gets down to see her a couple times each week and is working hard to keep her spirits up and her life in order.  In the last couple days, doctors were concerned with some of her bloodwork, so they did further testing.  Hence the new finding of cancer.
I’ve got to think that one of the last things my dad needs in his life is more visits with oncologists.  Appointments are scheduled next week to follow-up on the CT scan she had today.  From there, we’ll determine if surgery is an option.  Grandma is already so frail.
We’re going to try to get down to Monroe this weekend to share some baby- and Andrew-love with her.