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Friday, January 21, 2022
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Hello Mamma Jean, Your memory came across my mind today. See you on the other side.
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Sabrina posted a condolence
Thursday, June 3, 2021
Hello Mamma Jean,
Still missing your smile. Easter is just around the corner. I can only imagine the cute eggs you'd decorate for your grandchildren and great grandchildren. Miss you, see you again someday. :blush::ribbon:
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Sabrina posted a condolence
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Hello Mamma Jean,
Still missing your smile. Easter is just around the corner. I can only imagine the cute eggs you'd decorate for your grandchildren and great grandchildren. Miss you, see you again someday. :blush::ribbon:
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Sunday, January 12, 2020
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Tuesday, December 25, 2018
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Wednesday, October 10, 2018
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Sunday, July 1, 2018
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Friday, April 14, 2017
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Hi Mamma Jean! It's been raining down here, made me think of you. Saying hello and sending you a hug. Good bye for now.
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Sabrina posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Happy Birthday Mamma Jean! Thinking of you today....a balloon kiss coming your way, try to catch it, it's coming a long way! Still hear your laughter...
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
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Sunday, January 31, 2016
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Hi Mamma Jean! It's been raining down here, made me think of you. Saying hello and sending you a hug. Good bye for now.
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Hi Jean, thinking of you on this Summer day...sending you a smile.
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Sunday, August 9, 2015
I felt a breeze today as I thought of you...thanks for saying hello! You are in my heart forever Mamma Jean.
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Sabrina posted a condolence
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Happy Birthday Mamma Jean! Thinking of you today....a balloon kiss coming your way, try to catch it, it's coming a long way! Still hear your laughter...
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Monday, July 6, 2015
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Sunday, June 7, 2015
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Thursday, April 9, 2015
part 2...(read part 1 first)...“Oh, maybe I should have waited until my hair was dry, you said “Yeah, maybe.� You reset the tape again and started, once again, at the beginning. I have to say I was starting to get worried. I didn’t want my hair cut too short. With a round face on the other side of skinny it wouldn’t look good. You again grabbed the scissors and again started to cut from the beginning. You fiddled with the tape a couple times. This time you kept cutting. And cutting. And cutting. In the same spot right around the back of my neck. I thought, what the heck is she doing. You again mentioned that the tape isn’t sticking. I asked if we should just wait until it dries, wiping away the sweat off my brow, Ha! You said you were almost done. I let you finish. You carefully held the tape and cut underneath. I could hear you drawing in deep breaths and making nostril noises. I was being brave. I was getting concerned. Finally you was done. My heart was beating, my nerves shot, your patience just about out. Ok, time to look in the mirror. I looked at you and asked you how did I look. You said “I think it looks good, maybe a little lopsided, but it’s cute�. Lopsided? OMG. Ok, I thought to myself, it’s only hair, it will grow back. Time to take a look. I bravely walked into the bathroom and took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I just stood there. Frozen. I think I was in shock. I was in shock. The side she kept starting at was cut ½ way up my ear, more than 4� of my hair was cut. The other side was at my chin level. I kept staring in the mirror. I moved my head from side to side to see if that would create an illusion and make it look even. It didn't. I kept taking deep breaths. It will grow, I kept telling myself. It grows fast as a matter of fact. You didn’t come into the bathroom right away. I think you were allowing me time to “absorb� my new hairdo. When I didn’t come out, you came in. “What do you think?� you said. I was still staring straight ahead. “I think it’s a little short on one side.� “Do you want me to fix it?�, you said. “No, that’s ok�, I said. “Ok’ you said. Next time we’ll wait until it’s dry you said, that way the tape will stick. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea�.
I laugh when I think of this and wish you were here to cut my hair again. We would probably laugh so hard, it would turn out lopsided again! I wouldn’t care.
I have grown to love all the people I have met through you, Mamma Jean. I am very blessed to have them in my life. You live through all of us now. I have learned from you to be strong, thankful, curious, giving, and to recycle. That life is good, full, challenging, takes hard work, commitment, strength to do the right thing and compromise. That you don’t give up, but that you get up. That friends are precious, children and grandchildren are wonderful blessings, and 4-H is a way of life.
Mamma Jean I miss you. I miss your laughter, your stories, your poetry and your singing. I miss talking to you while you knit a pair of socks drinking your tea. I know you are having tea wherever you are and perhaps looking down upon us. You are loved my many and will not be forgotten. You will live in our hearts forever. Thank you for your love, Mamma Jean. Peace, Sabrina Birlem, your daughter-in-law. Grin.
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Mamma Jean, my friend, who called me your daughter-in-law - I love that.
Though our friendship was just over 5 years, I felt I knew you all my life. From the moment we met, we were friends. We sat at the kitchen table and you would show me photos of your children, pointing out Tom if he was in the picture. Tom is my baby too, you told me once. You shared with me many stories. You took me to back of the house to introduce me to each of your dolls. You showed me your favorites (which were most of them), showed me the ones you still had to make clothes for, dolls you actually made yourself, dolls loved ones gave to you, dolls you still had to finish, dolls in magazines of ones you wanted to buy and ones you just had to get because they were so darn cute. Your dolls brought you joy. Your dolls are as beautiul, exoctic and rare as you are.
I enjoyed listening to your stories. Your stories were not only about your dolls, but about everything; Science, history, literature, poetry, music, cooking, sewing, art, knitting, 4-H, baking cakes, raising a family, friends, dogs, your children, your garden and life in Allyn. I heard you recite poetry and sat in awe at how long the poems where as the words just flowed from your lips. You recited them with fluxuation and enthusiasm. You would sing to me too and your voice was so pure and beautiful. When you sang to me I loved it. I would beg you to sing more. You would just laugh and look down.
You were my mom. I confided in you like a mom. I asked you for advice as a mom.
I loved you like my mom. I called you Mamma Jean. You were a strong woman.
Stronger than most. We hiked the trails behind the house, always with Gus by your side, and you had to wait for me to catch up. You smiled all the time and laughed easily. I’d like to think I made you laugh now and then with my silly ways.
One day after seeing you the previous day I noticed your hair was cut, and it was a beautiful cut, perfect in fact. I asked her “Did you get your hair cut?� you said “Yes, I did.� I said “Where did you get it cut?�, you said “I cut it myself.� “Oh, really, how do you get it so perfect?�, I asked. You got up from the table and left the room. You came back with a roll of masking tape. You tore a 10� inch piece off and taped it to the bottom of your hair. Then you pretended to cut with scissors under the tape! Genius, I thought! Wow, I said, that is so cool. “Yeah�, you said, saves me a lof of money, why pay someone when I can do it just as good. So, a few months later when I came to visit her my hair was getting long and it was bugging me. I asked if you would cut my hair. You said of course, enthusiastically. I know you would do a great job because you did your own and it looked great. So I washed my hair and combed it straight down. I sat on a chair in front of you. You got out your masking tape and taped my hair about 2 inches above the bottom edge. You grabbed your Frisker Scissors with the bright orange handles (great scissors, for those who know) and proceeded to cut my hair. About ½ away around you said “Oh, darn it�. I said, “What?�. You said, the tape moved. I laughed. You put the scissors down and reset the tape. You started over at the same spot you started before. This time about ¾ around you said “Well, darn it, this tape isn’t sticking!�. I said, “Oh, maybe I should have waited until my hair was dry, you said “Yeah, maybe.� You reset the tape again and started, once again, at the beginning. I have to say I was starting to get worried. I didn’t want my hair cut too short. With a round face on the otyou side of skinny it wouldn’t look good. You again grabbed the scissors and again started to cut from the beginning. You fiddled with the tape a couple times. This time you kept cutting. And cutting. And cutting. In the same spot right around the back of my neck. I thought, what the heck is she doing. You again mentioned that the tape isn’t sticking. I asked if we should just wait...continued...
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Wednesday, November 26, 2014
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Saturday, September 20, 2014
I felt a breeze today as I thought of you...thanks for saying hello! You are in my heart forever Mamma Jean.
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
part 2...(read part 1 first)...“Oh, maybe I should have waited until my hair was dry, you said “Yeah, maybe.� You reset the tape again and started, once again, at the beginning. I have to say I was starting to get worried. I didn’t want my hair cut too short. With a round face on the other side of skinny it wouldn’t look good. You again grabbed the scissors and again started to cut from the beginning. You fiddled with the tape a couple times. This time you kept cutting. And cutting. And cutting. In the same spot right around the back of my neck. I thought, what the heck is she doing. You again mentioned that the tape isn’t sticking. I asked if we should just wait until it dries, wiping away the sweat off my brow, Ha! You said you were almost done. I let you finish. You carefully held the tape and cut underneath. I could hear you drawing in deep breaths and making nostril noises. I was being brave. I was getting concerned. Finally you was done. My heart was beating, my nerves shot, your patience just about out. Ok, time to look in the mirror. I looked at you and asked you how did I look. You said “I think it looks good, maybe a little lopsided, but it’s cute�. Lopsided? OMG. Ok, I thought to myself, it’s only hair, it will grow back. Time to take a look. I bravely walked into the bathroom and took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I just stood there. Frozen. I think I was in shock. I was in shock. The side she kept starting at was cut ½ way up my ear, more than 4� of my hair was cut. The other side was at my chin level. I kept staring in the mirror. I moved my head from side to side to see if that would create an illusion and make it look even. It didn't. I kept taking deep breaths. It will grow, I kept telling myself. It grows fast as a matter of fact. You didn’t come into the bathroom right away. I think you were allowing me time to “absorb� my new hairdo. When I didn’t come out, you came in. “What do you think?� you said. I was still staring straight ahead. “I think it’s a little short on one side.� “Do you want me to fix it?�, you said. “No, that’s ok�, I said. “Ok’ you said. Next time we’ll wait until it’s dry you said, that way the tape will stick. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea�.
I laugh when I think of this and wish you were here to cut my hair again. We would probably laugh so hard, it would turn out lopsided again! I wouldn’t care.
I have grown to love all the people I have met through you, Mamma Jean. I am very blessed to have them in my life. You live through all of us now. I have learned from you to be strong, thankful, curious, giving, and to recycle. That life is good, full, challenging, takes hard work, commitment, strength to do the right thing and compromise. That you don’t give up, but that you get up. That friends are precious, children and grandchildren are wonderful blessings, and 4-H is a way of life.
Mamma Jean I miss you. I miss your laughter, your stories, your poetry and your singing. I miss talking to you while you knit a pair of socks drinking your tea. I know you are having tea wherever you are and perhaps looking down upon us. You are loved my many and will not be forgotten. You will live in our hearts forever. Thank you for your love, Mamma Jean. Peace, Sabrina Birlem, your daughter-in-law. Grin.
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Sabrina Birlem posted a condolence
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Mamma Jean, my friend, who called me your daughter-in-law - I love that.
Though our friendship was just over 5 years, I felt I knew you all my life. From the moment we met, we were friends. We sat at the kitchen table and you would show me photos of your children, pointing out Tom if he was in the picture. Tom is my baby too, you told me once. You shared with me many stories. You took me to back of the house to introduce me to each of your dolls. You showed me your favorites (which were most of them), showed me the ones you still had to make clothes for, dolls you actually made yourself, dolls loved ones gave to you, dolls you still had to finish, dolls in magazines of ones you wanted to buy and ones you just had to get because they were so darn cute. Your dolls brought you joy. Your dolls are as beautiul, exoctic and rare as you are.
I enjoyed listening to your stories. Your stories were not only about your dolls, but about everything; Science, history, literature, poetry, music, cooking, sewing, art, knitting, 4-H, baking cakes, raising a family, friends, dogs, your children, your garden and life in Allyn. I heard you recite poetry and sat in awe at how long the poems where as the words just flowed from your lips. You recited them with fluxuation and enthusiasm. You would sing to me too and your voice was so pure and beautiful. When you sang to me I loved it. I would beg you to sing more. You would just laugh and look down.
You were my mom. I confided in you like a mom. I asked you for advice as a mom.
I loved you like my mom. I called you Mamma Jean. You were a strong woman.
Stronger than most. We hiked the trails behind the house, always with Gus by your side, and you had to wait for me to catch up. You smiled all the time and laughed easily. I’d like to think I made you laugh now and then with my silly ways.
One day after seeing you the previous day I noticed your hair was cut, and it was a beautiful cut, perfect in fact. I asked her “Did you get your hair cut?� you said “Yes, I did.� I said “Where did you get it cut?�, you said “I cut it myself.� “Oh, really, how do you get it so perfect?�, I asked. You got up from the table and left the room. You came back with a roll of masking tape. You tore a 10� inch piece off and taped it to the bottom of your hair. Then you pretended to cut with scissors under the tape! Genius, I thought! Wow, I said, that is so cool. “Yeah�, you said, saves me a lof of money, why pay someone when I can do it just as good. So, a few months later when I came to visit her my hair was getting long and it was bugging me. I asked if you would cut my hair. You said of course, enthusiastically. I know you would do a great job because you did your own and it looked great. So I washed my hair and combed it straight down. I sat on a chair in front of you. You got out your masking tape and taped my hair about 2 inches above the bottom edge. You grabbed your Frisker Scissors with the bright orange handles (great scissors, for those who know) and proceeded to cut my hair. About ½ away around you said “Oh, darn it�. I said, “What?�. You said, the tape moved. I laughed. You put the scissors down and reset the tape. You started over at the same spot you started before. This time about ¾ around you said “Well, darn it, this tape isn’t sticking!�. I said, “Oh, maybe I should have waited until my hair was dry, you said “Yeah, maybe.� You reset the tape again and started, once again, at the beginning. I have to say I was starting to get worried. I didn’t want my hair cut too short. With a round face on the otyou side of skinny it wouldn’t look good. You again grabbed the scissors and again started to cut from the beginning. You fiddled with the tape a couple times. This time you kept cutting. And cutting. And cutting. In the same spot right around the back of my neck. I thought, what the heck is she doing. You again mentioned that the tape isn’t sticking. I asked if we should just wait...continued...
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