Sunday, August 16, 2026
I remember the last time we spoke on the phone, I told Evelyn how much it meant to me on one of my childhood birthdays that she specially made me a German Chocolate cake, and she was just so surprised that I had remembered something that to her was a small thing. It was the sense she always gave me that she saw me as a little person with preferences and dislikes that were just as valid as any adult's that made me feel so loved by her. She made me a ragdoll one year, with blonde braids, I named her Sally. As it says, her hands were never idle, and her creativity in the midst of raising four kids, running her household, singing in the choir, sewing, baking, picking berries, making jams for everyone at Christmas. She invented Mother Goody, who came on New Year's Eve and brought gifts, to accommodate her children's minister father's busy holiday schedule, and Mother Goody sounded to me like the most wonderful thing ever. I remember asking my mother about Mother Goody, and by the confused look on her face, I knew there was no hope of Mother Goody stopping by my own house. Leave it to Evelyn to give her children a special gift bringer and giving that gift bringer the name Mother. That was magical. Thank you, Evelyn, for all you taught me over the years. I have notes and letters that I will cherish forever...rest in peace, dear Evelyn❤️
