Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Mourning and Margaritas

I'm always amazed by the things that I don't know about other people.

Recently I attended a memorial service for an elderly woman who I didn't really know very well.
I can best describe her as a "lady" in the sort of old fashion sense of the term. To begin with she was Southern, from that generation where sensibility and good manners were the norm. I always knew of her as a housewife and mother, later a grandmother. She was a stay at home mom who concerned herself with taking care of her husband and raising her children, creating a lovely home and garden, entertaining her friends, charity work, and being involved with her church.
You get the picture.

What I didn't know was that way back in the day she majored in mathematics and then after college worked in Washington DC as a codebreaker for the NSA.

Code breaking for the NSA....I never would have guessed it.
So much for my assumptions about other people's lives.

And why the margaritas?
The family of this lady didn't go for a whiskey sodden wake in a sad wood paneled room.
Instead it was an afternoon and evening in the garden in 80 plus degree weather with margaritas and some very funny family stories...much laughter and many happy memories.
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Jill said...

It's funny how we can know people and really not know them at all. Working my fundraiser on Monday, I found out that a woman I've done lots of charity work with in the past is a microbiologist. And I've always thought she was a bit ditzy!

Margaritas and Memories...great post!

Belle de Ville said...

I'm always amazed at the stories that come out at gatherings after memorial services.
For some reason the stories always seem to start with "I remember that time when our parents were away and we had that party....."

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