Tribute to Mrs. John D. Ure
Parting Thoughts
All good parents teach their children how to live correctly. Bill Paprota one time told me that it is the responsibility of a parent to raise their children in such a way they become self reliant, respectible law abiding individuals and if in fact they decide to love you that is just icing on the cake. Our home was so filled with love that it was overflowing. You know the feeling. It was always clean, maybe not so neat but oh so comfortable. Our parents went so overboard that it was incredible. I remember one time as Dad was saying goodby to friends that were leaving that he just stepped right up on the couch that was by the front door.
As I sat with tears in my eyes trying to compose this memorial my head was swimming with so many wonderful and happy thought. I look over to where Mom spent her last days I am sitting where she and Dad spent most of their final years. I see Uncle Walt's Cabin and the front porch where she so loved to sit. After bringing her home from the nursing home I only had her for a few more days. She did not feel well enough for me to take her out on the porch even though I asked more than once. She said "maybe tomorrow if I get to feeling better."
I think about all the meals that I fixed for her and her response was always "Oh my goodness, thank you very much." I had to laugh to myself because I always knew what to expect. Now that she is gone I long to hear that cheerful old voice that has been forever silenced. One thing that I stated to myself as I walked through the door of the empty building thinking of my usual morning greeting "Well are you alive or dead? and last night I cried because now she is dead.
On a lighter note she was so fond of her family and she often cried that she missed talking with them. She was close to all of them but Ferrill, Edwin and Eugene were her brothers who were and she loved to visit with them. She would tell me Uncle Ferrill would call her and say "Sister come on over so we can argee." Which was the way he was saying argue.
If you came to our house you were guaranteed something to eat and a place to sleep even if it was a palate on the floor. Most young people do not even know the word palate. I recall Uncle Eugene always laying on his back right in the middle of the floor taking a nap especially after a Sabbath meal.
Mom had so many cute little jokes that she loved to tell. Uncle Eugene called her frequently and said "Sister, did you hear the one about........" Lately she would tell the story getting a bit confused but I and others always laughed just the same knowing how hard she was trying.
The day that she died she said to me "did you remember to get some Coke?" I responded yes, and she said "good because you need that." She was always putting others first and that is such a special trait. She asked me if I put the spatula in the door of the washing machine so it would not get rusty inside. She was always thinking of what needed to be done.
Oh did she love to go to Lowry city on Wed. for fried chicken. I want to thank all of the relatives that came down to be with her to share a meal. Dave Lovewell took her a fried chicken thigh and a slice of lemon pie when she was in the hospital. She was not feeling well and did not eat it right away. He later told me he was not sure she even knew he had brought it but she responded to someone that Dave had gone to so much trouble to bring that to her.
