- 88 years old
- Date of birth: Jul 16, 1924
- Date of passing: Mar 14, 2013
|Let the memory of Eleanore be with us forever|
"Remembering my mom, Eleanore, gone three years today. Still heartbroken over the four years she spent in the awful un-life of dementia as memories jumbled and eventually melted away, and all the things she loved to do withdrew from her understanding. I derive comfort from the assurance that she is whole again now, body and mind, in another realm."
"I'll always remember Ellie Larson and her husband, John Larson and her son Randall Larson. I will always miss you too."
"Happy birthday to Ellie. My dad, Ross Wilson's birthday was yesterday, July 15th."
"Ellie was one of my parents, Ross and Kay Wilson's closet friends. She, her husband John and son Randy were like family to my family, the Wilsons. I just had my 61st birthday on July 12th, every year Ellie always sent me a birthday card which always made my birthday extra special and made me feel better though good and bad times. Of course this past Saturday on my birthday, I thought of her card always being there for me. The memory of that will always stay with me."
"The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near."
~ Margaret Sanger
Thinking of you on your mom's birthday..."
"I took the time to look at all the photos. Being friends from childhood age pictures sure tell the story of one's life. It was amazing to find so many pictures with Ellie and my sisters (Charlene and Irene). The one of people walking across the Golden Gate Bridge on opening day, May 27, 1937, is especially interesting. Charlene and I are in the crowd also, having been taken to this important event by our Grandmother, Minnie Fisher. Also, the Yosemite picture of three (Ellie, Irene and me). I remember walking (hiking) up the Mist Trail. Ellie was ready for more hiking, but I was done in. I think that was about 1948. Memories of things we did together come flashing back."
"Thinking of you, Mom, on what should have been your 90th birthday. So sorry you aren't here, You passed on just 16 months ago, though I've been grieving your loss for longer than that, since your mind went away through the unhappy malignancy of dementia some years before that. I grieve the time we were unable to spend as a family, here with your grandchildren, enjoying the sunset marshes and fog-brushed redwoods and fun little shops of the new home you barely got to know. But I am thankful for the time we did spend together, and for the smile and spirit that abided within you all the way to the end. Thank you for your gentle spirit, your quirky ways, your generosity, your love of God and the loving kindness you passed on to me and so many others. Be at peace and be happy and whole. - rdl"
"My sister, Charlene, and I grew up around the corner and down the street halfway (28th Ave. Richmond District, S.F.) from Ellie and Eric.
As kids (me, I think about 7, Ellie 9, Charlene 10 and Eric very young) we played all the games popular in the 1930s. In our backyard we dug tunnels and made bridges for Eric's little cars to run on. Monopoly and Solitaire and Black Jack frittered our summers away. Those were the days.
Ellie has been a true friend spanning all of our adult years. We all married and somewhat separated, but managed to somehow see each other every few years. I remember the dances Ellie and I enjoyed at the waterfront YMCA during WW II. S.F. was a beehive of military young men and the dances did not cost any money.
My last visit to Sunnyvale was consumed by genealogy. She had names of people but did not know if they were just family friends or relatives. We straightened that out.
So many memories, too many to describe here."
"What I Learned From My Mother
by Julia Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants still stuck to the buds.
I learned to save jars large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn't know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and offer sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create from another's suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
In remembrance... Randall... of your dear mother..."
"Mom: Thinking of you, especially, this day. It's been a lonely year without you, I hope you are singing and dancing now."
"(Continuing) of course, your beautiful garden. I missed you dearly when I ended up moving to Texas, but I still have all your letters and cards that you shared with me! My family and I would like to say thank you, and also to your son, Randall, who has shared your wonderful and loving spirit with everyone else. I will miss you dearly..."
"Dear Grandma Ellie,
I remember when I first met you...back at Fremont Terrace, you were the always friendly neighbor that greeted us with a welcoming smile. You offered your hospitality and care when I needed it the most, and I will never forget just how kind you were. We had fun afternoons together--you shared your books, games, and--"
"Eleanore, I regret not having known you,as I'm told that you had a beautiful soul. I wanted you to know that the son, Randall, who you created from love & from the goodness of your being, has passed on the beauty of your spirit through his humility, & through his writing. He is a truly gifted author whose "poetry" of prose is a reflection of the artistry of life that you gave him."
"My sweet Ellie! I sure miss going to work and seeing your beautiful smile and hear you singing (: you are a one of a kind girl and someone I'll never forget. I enjoyed spending the last yr with you and taking care of you. I loved to see all the pictures and read about your life, thank you Randall for sharing all this with everyone and us at timber ridge renaissance."
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.
~ Washington Irving
Thinking of you and your sweet mama, Randall..."
"Continuing : class and style.and generosity extended to them at her young age of 82 when we visited on our trip back from my hs reunion. She prepared us a beautiful brunch, gave us clippings from her succulents and shiny magical rocks from her beautiful garden. I will always cherish those moments and keep reminding my children of her and using her as an example for what "class" really is!"
"Aunt Ellie will always be the only aunt I can truly say I knew. I loved her solo much! She was and will always be my favorite aunt! From her classy dinner parties when I was young to her forever remembered and cherished, loved and forever family's favorite gourmet. Meals/recipes. Two of my children who were.lucky enough to meet her while the third was in my womb, got to experience her clas"
"This web site has been created in memory of my mother, who passed away after struggling with dementia for several years. But her generous spirit, enthusiasm for life, and kind sense of humor twinkled in her eyes through the haze of dementia. I am confident that now her mind and spirit have reunited and she is at peace with our Lord, which is surely cause for celebration."
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