BIG SISTER (by Jo Ellen, Robyn and Martha)
Edith and my mother, summer 1948 |
(Martha) When I was a little girl, my big sister, Edith, was just the mother of my best friends. A necessary thing for them, but only indirectly important to me. Despite that, I was aware of her importance to my father and mother. Daddy’s love for her was very evident in his voice when he spoke of her, and in his concern for her happiness and well-being. As for Mama, I recently came across an entry in her diary after a visit from Edith: “Edith has left, and now I suppose life will go back to being dull again.”
Family at Alm's Place, Polson, Montana |
Family at Alm's |
(Jo) One of the funnest days in my memory was visiting Edith’s family when they were living near Corvallis. We hadn't seen them for some time and it was so good to be together again. There were huge rocks in the meadows near their home and we had such a lovely time that day running and hiding and playing guns. They had guns with caps! (Martha: Sixty years later, I still look for those big rocks on the hillside when I drive up Willow Creek where they lived!)
(Robyn) From my vantage point, I knew that she could be very queenly in her bearing but there were eyes in the back of her head and retribution to mischief-makers was swift. In fact she had a certain tone to her voice in getting after her kids that reminded me very much of Daddy, and I used to practice it in private hoping for the same results.
(Martha) During our teenage years, we didn’t get to see a lot of Edith and her family. They lived in Utah, we lived in Montana, and none of us did much traveling. When Daddy got sick and ended up in the hospital in Salt Lake, Edith was there to visit him and was a wonderful support to him and to Mama.
(Jo) It wasn't until I was married that I appreciated Edith for the wonderful sister that she was. I had gone to Salt Lake to visit for a week or two. I spent some of the time in the homes of various friends, but had reserved the last three or so days to spend at Edith's. When I finally got to Edith’s home, it was like stepping into another world. The children were respectful! That was what impressed me the most; they were respectful and they had manners! The kids were all quiet in the house, didn't jump on the furniture, weren't fighting with each other. They were obedient! They didn't talk back to their mother. They weren't rude to each other. It was like they had had the same upbringing I had! There was such a stark contrast from the other homes I had been visiting! I was now looking at things from the point of view of an adult, not a teenager out to have fun.
Jo, Robyn, Martha, Edith, Rosemary |
So, that was the beginning of my relationship with Edith truly as my sister, and I am so thankful for her. She has stood in the gap for me: she was there when I couldn't be for Katie when Katie had her first baby. She (and Kay) were in the temple with Clarence when he got married and I couldn't be. We've enjoyed many visits and long talks on the phone. She's given me good advice. There have been times when I've so missed my parents and wished they were here to turn to for advice, and then I've thought of my sister Edith. We've gone on never-to-be-forgotten trips together. Now it's not just her kids that make life seem more adventurous, but I treasure the adventures I've shared with her too!!! I'm so grateful. Thank you Edith!
(Martha) I lived in Utah for three years after I was married, and those three years were mostly spent getting to know my new family, but just knowing that Edith was there helped me to feel not so alone. I, too, spent time in other homes and when I went to see Edith, it felt like going home. I’ve turned to Edith when a situation arose that I didn’t know what to do with. She always has the ability to restore peace to my heart. It has been delightful, in recent years, to share our love of genealogy and stories of our ancestors. Trips to Scotland and Canada with Edith were so much fun! And then, of course, we can’t forget the games of Shanghai Rummy . . . .
Sisters in Scotland -- we look like we're up to something! |
(Robyn) When we went to Scotland, Edith and I were walking arm in arm one day through the gardens of a beautiful mansion there. I love gardens and I was thinking as we walked that maybe I wouldn’t have minded being a serf in those long-ago ages if I could have worked in the gardens. And then Edith said, “Can’t you just imagine yourself as the mistress of this estate?”
(Martha) Several years ago, my daughter, Rachel, had the opportunity to ride to Salt Lake with Edith. Rachel joined my family when she was a teenager so she didn’t know my sister, but by the end of the trip, she had fallen in love with “Aunt Edith”.
(Robyn) One winter I brought my quiet little granddaughter with me through a snow storm to visit. Edith immediately made her feel at home by her pleasant courtesy and genuine interest, gave her tea and talked to her about books; then sent her home with a tea cup of her choice and one of her beautiful hand-painted boxes — fixing that visit in a shy little girl’s mind as never-to-be-forgotten.
We love our sister Edith!