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Our family is saddened to announce the passing of our beloved Mother, grandmother (Oma), great grandmother, Annemarie Monika Abresch of Prince Frederick, Maryland, on August 16, 2022, at 87 years of age, after a valiant battle with Alzheimer’s.
Annemarie was predeceased by her husband Peter Abresch, son, Stefan Abresch, father, Anton Lang, and mother, Klara Lang. She is survived by her twin sister Elizabeth Klein, sisters Roswitha Case, Nada Burgess, brother Anton Lang III, children, Peter Abresch, Jr. and wife Toni, Joseph Abresch and wife June, Marc Abresch and wife Christine, Christopher Abresch and wife Katherine; grandchildren, Benjamin Abresch and wife Alicia, Monica Abresch, Joseph Abresch, Jr., Anthony Abresch and wife Casey, Michael Abresch and fiancé Summer Rickett, Morgan Abresch, Nicole Hancock and husband Clayton, Danielle Burris and husband Evan,  and great-grandchildren, Aria, Lila, Isaac, Wyatt, Joseph, III., Autumn Abresch, Anthony Abresch, Jr., Skyler Abresch, Michael, Jr., Riley, Madison, Avery, Noah, Lucas, Kendall, and Maverick.
Annemarie was born on May 30, 1935, 18 minutes behind her twin sister Elizabeth. Their birth was front page news in the Washington Times newspaper, as their father was Anton Lang Jr, son of Anton Lang, impersonator of Christ in the famous Oberammergau Passion Play in 1900, 1910, 1922, and prolog in 1934 and their mother was Klara Mayr, the famous German folk singer and impersonator of Mary Magdalen in the 1934 Passion Play. Annemarie spoke German with a Bavarian accent before speaking English and reverted to that same German in her last days.
Annemarie grew up in Georgetown, where her father was a professor at Georgetown University. She grew up in tough times on the tail end of the Great Depression and World War II raging overseas. Annemarie often shared stories of rationing supplies and running through the house to black out lights during the WWII air raid drills. The family moved to a townhouse on Huidekoper Place where sisters Elizabeth and Annemarie were joined by three more siblings, sister Roswitha (Dede), her brother Anton, III, and youngest sister Nada. The family grew up at Huidekoper Place before leaving the home as adults.
Annemarie was working as a nurse when she met her future husband, Peter Abresch, at the Catholic youth group at Holy Trinity. Annemarie and Peter were married in 1960 and in 1962 gave birth to twins, Peter, Jr and Joseph, in 1964 to Marc, again in 1966 to Chris and once again to Stefan in 1967 before realizing that a daughter was not in the cards. The family moved to the old Belt Farm in Broome’s Island, an isolated farm where the nearest neighbors were reachable by boat. Annemarie was devoted to raising her sons and teaching them independence. The Abresch family joined St John Vianney in 1965-1966, when Father Naughton was the parish priest. Annemarie ensured that her sons attended mass every week.
Annemarie was the Matriarch of the Abresch family and often managed her five sons while Pete was traveling as part of his job. As her sons grew older, Annemarie took a job as a school bus driver and as the sons hit their mid teenage years, Annemarie went back to work with the Federal Government at the Census Bureau where she retired. Annemarie, Pete, with their small camper spent a year traveling the United States. She returned home and began volunteering for various charitable organizations. 
Annemarie's family and friends will forever hold her in our hearts, remembering fondly her humorous, adventurous and loving spirit who never passed up the opportunity to share her beautiful smile before wrapping you in a great big hug. And those who have had the pleasure of receiving a card from her will always remember the confetti surprise when opened! We love you Oma!  Surely, you and Opa are together again dancing across the heavenly ballroom (and Stefan too!)  You are greatly missed by us all. 

Services:
Celebrating the Life of Annemarie Abresch
Friday, September 30, 2022
10 AM - Visitation
11 AM - Memorial Mass
Reception Following
Saint John Vianney Church
105 Vianney Lane, Prince Frederick, Maryland 20678

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Alzheimer's Association (ALZ.org), the Saint John Vianney Food Pantry, Prince Frederick, MD, or the Catholic Cursillo Movement of the Archdiocese of Washington.
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August 16, 2023
August 16, 2023
Missing you today Oma! So many memories on this first anniversary of your passing. You taught me to seize the day on our many adventures! Today I am remembering early morning water aerobics and walks on the beach. Soaking up the sun. Finding interesting little shops to explore. Ice cream blizzards with Heath Bar crunchies in them. And of course your smile and laughter. So many good times together! I am am blessed to call you my mother in law and even more, my friend. Love you always!
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023
Happy birthday in Heaven, Oma. I miss you so very much! You took me under your wing, for which I will always be grateful. Life has changed so much in these last two years. Memories of all the joy in times spent with you always lift me up! Love you forever!
August 18, 2022
August 18, 2022
Nancy and I have known Pete and Annemarie for over 35 years thru worshipping at St. John Vianney together. As was said in Tony's writing about her mother in law Annemarie was always known for her big hugs and I always looked forward to them. All of us were volunteering for some function at our church hall when Annemarie came out of the kitchen and of course we said hello and gave each other a big hug. Well at that time I did not know that she had a twin and sure enough I had hugged Elizabeth! We all had a big laugh about my mistake. I was able to get to know Elizabeth and her husband better on our pilgrimage to the Holy Land and Italy.

Annemarie was my sponsor when I made my Cursillo back in 1997. She will always hold a special place in my heart for her wit and sense of humor. I did get her back one time by putting the confetti in her birthday card. 

Enjoy your 5th day my friend with our Lord, Peter and your son Stefan. We will see you again down the road.

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August 16, 2023
August 16, 2023
Missing you today Oma! So many memories on this first anniversary of your passing. You taught me to seize the day on our many adventures! Today I am remembering early morning water aerobics and walks on the beach. Soaking up the sun. Finding interesting little shops to explore. Ice cream blizzards with Heath Bar crunchies in them. And of course your smile and laughter. So many good times together! I am am blessed to call you my mother in law and even more, my friend. Love you always!
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023
Happy birthday in Heaven, Oma. I miss you so very much! You took me under your wing, for which I will always be grateful. Life has changed so much in these last two years. Memories of all the joy in times spent with you always lift me up! Love you forever!
Her Life

Oma’s Story

September 26, 2022
Oma’s Story
by Peter and Toni Abresch

Annemarie was born on May 30, 1935, 18 minutes behind her twin sister Elizabeth. Their birth was front page news in the Washington Times newspaper, as their father was Anton Lang Jr., son of Anton Lang, impersonator of Christ in the famous Oberammergau Passion Play in 1900, 1910, 1922, and prolog in 1934 and their mother was Klara Mayr, the famous German folk singer and impersonator of Mary Magdalen in the 1934 Passion Play. Annemarie spoke German with a Bavarian accent before speaking English and reverted to that same German in her last days.

Annemarie grew up in Georgetown, where her father was a professor at Georgetown University. She grew up in tough times on the tail end of the Great Depression while World War II was raging overseas. Annemarie often shared stories of rationing supplies and running through the house to black out lights during the WWII air raid drills. In 1937, the family moved to a townhouse in Huidekoper Place where Elizabeth and Annemarie were joined by three more siblings, sister Roswitha (Dede), her brother Anton, III, and their youngest sister Nada. The family grew up at Huidekoper Place before leaving the home as adults.

Annemarie was working as a nurse when she met her future husband, Peter Abresch, at the Catholic young adult club at Holy Trinity in Washington, DC. They were married in 1960 and then, in 1962, they gave birth to twins, Peter, Jr. and Joseph. Marc was born in 1964, followed by Chris in 1966 and Stefan in 1967. At this point, Pete and Annemarie realized that a daughter was not in the cards!

In 1965 the family moved to the old Belt Farm on Broome’s Island, an isolated farm where the nearest neighbors were only reachable by boat. Even so, the Abresch family joined St. John Vianney Church in Prince Frederick, when Father Naughton was the parish priest. Annemarie ensured that her sons attended mass every week. Annemarie and Pete remained active members of St. John Vianney throughout their lives, until their passing.

There was never a doubt that Annemarie was the Matriarch of the Abresch family. As Pete was often away traveling, Annemarie was in charge of the household. She was devoted to raising her sons and teaching them independence. She taught her sons to be self-sufficient and self-reliant while living at the isolated Belt Farm, accompanied by her 3-4 Irish Wolfhounds that would more likely lick an intruder to death than tear them apart. The sons knew how to pour a bowl of cereal, make a sandwich, sort and do laundry, and cook meals at an early age.Annemarie mentored her sons during the school year and made sure all homework and chores were completed before any rest and relaxation. And in the summer, the boys had the run of the farm. The boys talk about living on the farm, a favorite place for them. They swam, picked berries, and explored the barns and fields. Sometimes, the berries would make it back to Annemarie, and she would make jellies and jams. She enjoyed growing vegetables too, learning to can and make pickles.

In the early 1970’s, Annemarie collected enough Kool Cigarette cartons (no small feat as she did not smoke) to send into Kool Tobacco Company for a 13-foot, Styrofoam, lateen rigged, Sea Snark sailboat weighing in at a mere 50 pounds. It was this small boat that ignited Pete’s and the boys desire to sail and explore the many tributaries along the Chesapeake Bay. Annemarie supported the various boat building projects that followed over the years and often sailed with Pete.

Eventually, Pete and Annemarie bought a parcel of land in a quaint community known as Harbor Hills, along Long Cove, off Battle Creek. There, with the help of their 5 sons, friends, and anyone that appeared bored, the family built their dream home known as “Shadow” (after the hymn “Only A Shadow”), completing it in 1980. It was a three-year build, from clearing the land by hand, to completing the house to be able to be occupied. They continued to work on the house through the years until moving back to Prince Frederick in 2002. Annemarie loved the property in Harbor Hills, she loved the water and would often go canoeing or lay out in the sun on the floating dock built for her by her sons Marc and Chris. She loved the outdoors, sitting out on the point, overlooking the water, and taking walks through the woods and down to the community dock.

Annemarie dedicated her life to raising her young sons until they became self-sufficient. As her sons grew older, Annemarie took a job as a school bus driver and as the sons hit their mid teenage years, Annemarie went back to work with the Federal Government Census Bureau where she retired in 1995. Annemarie and Pete then purchased a small camper and spent a year traveling the United States. She returned home and began volunteering for various Christian and charitable organizations.

When Annemarie and Pete’s sons married, she welcomed her daughters-in-law with open arms and loved them as if they were her own daughters. She was not your typical mother-in-law. Each of her "daughters" will tell you that Annemarie, or “Oma” as she is fondly called, has been a great friend and second mother to them through the years. She was wise, and kind. And loved to have a good time and share a laugh! Eventually, as grandchildren came along, she was excited with each one and loved them all, sharing with them her sense of humor and love for adventure.

Annemarie also passed on her German heritage to her family, teaching them to make gingerbread houses, and sharing memories of her family and stories of the life and culture. And recipes! She loved to cook, always bringing some new dish to try out with the family on holidays or at summer gatherings. Some were simple, like peanut butter bars that tasted better than Reeses! Some were more exotic, like her Chicken Pacifica. And some were traditional, like her infamous German Potato Salad. We all compete to try to make it just like hers! (So far, Stefan’s was the best!) Her pickles and jellies that she learned to make all those years back on the Old Belt Farm were always a tasty treat. If you find an old St. John Vianney, Our Lady Star of the Sea, Northern Virginia Women's Club, or Cursillo cookbook, you will likely find in it a recipe of Annemarie's.

Annemarie shared her love of good food with her friends too. She and Pete became a part of a
“traveling” dinner group of friends who met at each other’s houses once a month. The host planned a theme and sometimes picked the recipes, and everyone brought a dish. This was right up Annemarie’s alley. She also enjoyed fine dining, and over a period of 20 or more years, she was a member of a group which fondly referred to itself as the "Dinner Bunch." The group met monthly, picking a different restaurant each month in the DC, Virginia, Maryland area to have dinner. Annemarie enjoyed critiquing the restaurant and the food. They often joked that she should have been a food critic. Who knows, perhaps she secretly was!

Annemarie loved traveling. She loved the beach and made it a point to always join the family during beach vacations at Ocean City, Bethany Beach, and for the last 28 years, the Outer Banks. Annemarie was the first on the beach and the last off the beach. She would stake the claim for the family on the beach to ensure everyone had a spot and that the kids had room to play. She monitored the grandkids playing and could pounce at a moment’s notice if a rogue wave found it’s way too close to one of them.

Over the years, Annemarie visited many places. She joined the Northern Virginia Women's group with her sister Elizabeth and went on countless trips. Annemarie also shared her love of travel with her "daughters" and granddaughters, inviting them along to travel with her. There were many trips with "just the girls,” to the mountains, horseback riding, and visiting caverns, the ocean, Disney World, and many historical places. Yes, there are a lot of fond memories of these trips with Oma through the years.

In retirement, Annemarie and Pete traveled and camped across the country and traveled to Europe many times. She and Pete, and sometimes other family members, frequently returned to Oberammergau, Germany, where her parents were born and grew up. On many of these trips, she attended the world-famous Passion Play that was held every 10 years. Though they traveled many other places, such as Alaska, Jerusalem, Turkey, Ireland, and various Caribbean Islands, Annemarie often remarked that Bavaria was the most beautiful. Annemarie considered herself a daughter of Oberammergau, the small passion play village where her parents were from.

Throughout her life, Annemarie remained very faithful, serving her community through her Church and the Cursillo Movement of the Archdiocese of Washington. She supported her husband Pete when he began the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults at St. John Vianney, joining the team and sponsoring many candidates as they joined the Church. She was a member of the Ladies Guild, served as the Secretary of the Parish Council, and volunteered in the office each week, counting the collection. In the community, she volunteered for the Crisis Pregnancy Center, helping young mothers-to-be. She also traveled on a mission trip to help repair homes in Mississippi! After making her Cursillo weekend in the late seventies, Annemarie became an active member of the movement, serving on committees, on the Secretariat and eventually coordinating a Cursillo weekend. Annemarie embraced the Cursillo way of life, joyfully sharing her faith with her family, friends, and anyone she met. Cursillo has a saying, “Make a friend, be a friend, and bring a friend to Christ.” This came natural for Annemarie. She was a welcoming figure wherever she went, whether it was at Church, or in the community, at a family gathering, on a trip, or even bowling! (Yes, she loved bowling too and bowled on a league for many years!) Whenever or wherever you happened to run into Annemarie, you could count on a big hug, a smile, and maybe a joke or two! She was kind and witty, and a bright light to us all.

Annemarie’s light continues to shine; kindness and humor are her legacy. She is and will always be the beloved matriarch of the family of 5 sons and their families. She embraced her sons’ wives as these were the daughters that she never had. She greatly loved her grandchildren and great grandchildren, passing on her wisdom and great love for adventure. Annemarie lived a joy-filled life based in her faith, she was a dedicated mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and friend to many. Annemarie follows her parents, Anton and Klara Lang, her husband Pete, and son Stefan into the next phase where peace and happiness abound. She is greatly loved and missed by us all.

Transcript of Remarks at Memorial Mass by Monica Abresch

October 7, 2022
To say Oma will be forever missed, would be a huge understatement. She was one of the greatest grandmothers we could have, always looking out for us grandkids, attending our school events, picking us up from school when we were feeling sick or when we just didn’t want to be there (also known as “feeling sick”), cheering us up when we were down, & being there for us in the good times and bad times. Oma was also a strong, independent women who loved adventure, to have fun and take care of her family. She was truly the matriarch of the Abresch family. But to me, Oma was so much more. She wasn’t just my grandmother, she was my best friend, hero and the yin to my yang. She was a hoot & a half and the best part of me will always be her. 
As some may know, Oma always wanted a daughter. But God had different plans for her and blessed her with raising 5 sons, who I’m sure would say they were nothing but angels to raise. As the sons grew up, got married and began to have kids, grandson after grandson was brought into Oma’s life. Everyone actually assumed I would be a boy as well since a girl didn’t seem to be in the cards for Oma’s family. So, as the first granddaughter being born, it was no surprise that Oma and I had an instant connection. I’m told Oma waited at my parents’ house anxiously the day I was brought home from the hospital, where a picture was taken of her holding me with the biggest smile and I will forever cherish that. But while Oma always wanted a daughter, rest assured she didn’t leave this world with any regrets. She actually once told me she was glad she never had a daughter and it was because of me! Now, I’ve been told that I’m just like her, so I take this as a compliment. And while this can be taken many ways, I like to choose the thought of knowing that I could give her that feeling of no regrets that she didn’t miss out on not having a girl. and I’m glad that I could give her that.
Growing up, Oma and I did many things together. When I was little and in Girl Scouts, I remember she showed up to this camping event and spent the night with me and the other girls. As my mom wasn’t able to go to this event and it was a mother/daughter theme, Oma made me so happy when she showed up. She was the hit of the night too and everyone wanted to spend time with her. But there’s no surprise there!
Oma and I also made gingerbread houses every year with my mom since I can remember. Each year it would be a different theme and would literally take us all day! I remember we did a Santa’s Workshop, Polar Express, North Pole & many more, but our favorite was always the lighthouse on the beach gingerbread house. At one point, we hoped to re-create it and make it even better to submit it in a contest, but time got away from us. 
As I became older and went off to college, it seemed like the time we got to spend together became shorter and shorter. We would go on many dates together, going out for ice cream or dinner, driving to Annapolis to see movies, she even came up to visit me at school in Salisbury several times and we always made a point to go to the beach when she did. Oma was always down for an adventure and would make herself available to spend time with you even if it was simply going to one or the other’s house to hang out or talking over the phone. And Oma and I talked on the phone A LOT, especially when I was in college. It was actually to the point where Opa would pick up the phone when I called and as soon as I said “Hey, it’s Monica,” he would respond with “hold on I’ll get Annemarie.” Oma was always there to hear about my adventures, give advice, or just listen to whatever I was going through. I remember she sent me a letter one time when I first went off to college, telling me how proud she was of me and envious of this new adventure I was embarking on. She said some encouraging words because she knew I was trying to find a job on campus but having trouble finding openings. It was very special of her to do that, but that’s how Oma was: Thoughtful, caring, and always looking out for you. 
However, me and Oma didn’t always get along. I remember one time when I was little, I think she made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I didn’t want it. I must’ve wanted something else and of course Oma refused saying it was this or nothing. Being the child I was, I walked off in a tantrum and went in hid in a closet thinking that that would cause her to change her mind. She not only didn’t change her mind, but also never even came looking for me! Needless to say, I ate the sandwich and never did that again!
All jokes aside, Oma and I had a lot of great memories together. One of my most cherished memories was when I was younger, I remember it just being me and her floating around in the pool, enjoying the sun and being amazed at all these butterflies that would hang out on this tree above the pool. While my dad has since cut that tree down, I still look for those butterflies every time I’m out there as it was something we truly enjoyed together.
But butterflies weren’t the only thing we enjoyed looking at when laying out in the sun. When traveling to the beach, many know that Oma loved to wake up super early to get out to the beach, in which I eventually joined her when I became older. Everyone assumed we did this to beat the crowd, but we actually went out early to enjoy all the handsome men on their morning beach runs, commenting on each person that would go by while enjoying each other’s company. Oma always loved the beach and would dream of living there, which also became my dream and eventually reality that I would share with her. In my adult years, I’ve made sure to continue our beach traditions and enjoy all the things her and I once did together.
Besides traveling to the beach, Oma and I also traveled around the world together. What started as an annual trip where Oma and my mom and I would take to explore a new cavern or the National Bridge soon grew into larger trips, like a college road trip where Oma toured all of my top schools with me. That was one of my favorite trips as it was an exciting adventure where we treated ourselves to room service and a helicopter ride to tour Myrtle beach, along with a smile from Oma for getting to be on a helicopter that I will never forget. We also travelled international together, where we had a snowball fight on top of a mountain in Switzerland and basked in our family heritage in Germany. 
We even took a horse carriage ride to the Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. Oma loved horses and when she learned how much I did too, it was another connection that brought us closer together. Every gift from her soon became horse theme and when I started taking riding lessons, she would always be sure to come watch me ride and pet all of the horses. On my most recent trip to Greece and Germany, I actually got to see and pet the German horses pulling the beer carts at Oktoberfest. It was a moment where I truly felt Oma’s presence with me since her passing and I know she would have loved to be there. Everyone was taking pictures with the beer carts but not me, I stayed with the horses and watched them while enjoying Oma’s presence. I felt Oma’s presence with me throughout this entire trip in a ton of tiny moments. So with that, I would like to say, this isn’t goodbye to Oma, but instead, see her later in all the little moments that remind me of her. The little moments of:
  • Whenever I’m around horses or see anything with lips
  • Whenever I come across naughty souvenir gifts or hear a dirty joke
  • Whenever I have a cosmo and watch the sunset
  • Whenever I wake up early to go to the beach or go on any new adventure to explore this world
  • Whenever I see something that’s ootzie-kootzie and have to have it
  • Whenever I’m shopping and think “oh that’s a feely, but how cute is it?” Before checking the price tag
  • Whenever someone cuts me off while driving and I have words to say in German
  • Whenever I decorate new gingerbread houses and continue the tradition with my own family
  • Whenever I take a picture and think how Oma would laugh at herself because she couldn’t smile with her eyes opened for pictures 
  • Whenever I’m given a card and have that long pause as I’m opening it thinking confetti will fall out
  • And lastly, whenever someone passes flatulence, I’ll silently blame Kippy 
While I will forever cherish all the memories made and time spent together with Oma, these are the moments I now look forward to and I hope you all will join me in remembering your own little moments with Oma too. Oma may not have been here for a long enough time, but she was certainly here for a good time and will be missed. So, cheers to you Oma… I love you! 

Transcript of Remarks at Memorial Mass by June Abresch

October 7, 2022
I wanted to come up here to pay tribute to you today Mom. Where do I begin Mom? It's been so great being a part of your family. You touched our hearts in so many ways! You raised 5 boys into respectable loving men. Each of your sons have a little of you in them. Sometimes a little mischievous, sometimes a little stern. Your sense of humor can be found in each of them. We were privileged to have you for our Mom, Oma, Great Oma, Sister, Aunt & Friend. You may not have given birth to us, but you had 4 daughters that loved you and appreciated how you accepted us with open arms. We always felt your love. You embraced us with such strong loving hugs! I'm sure that's how you greeted Dad,Stefan, and all your family & friends in Heaven! God Bless you Mom! Heaven has a beautiful Angel to watch over all of us! We love you! As you would say, muah! 
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September 24, 2022
I have many fond memories of Annemarie. When we were kids, we spent many holidays together. Annemarie always gave me some fun craft kit for Christmas. Whatever it was - macrame, paint by numbers, pottery - I loved it! Those kits became one of my favorite gifts every year.

My Mom and Annemarie were like a comedy team. Constantly cracking jokes and teasing us incessantly. Annemarie was always making wise cracks but was also loving at the same time. I remember running up to her by mistake after I fell. I didn't realize I was hugging the wrong Mom until she patted my back and consoled me. Not something my mom was likely to do :-) 

We always had so much fun visiting and running wild. I tried to keep everyone in line and out of trouble - unsuccessfully of course. The spreads at her house were amazing! I tasted my first oyster as a grade schooler at Annemarie's (can't say I was a fan). I LOVED her dill pickles and German potato salad. I would hoard any jar that she gave us to take home. The best part of our visits of course was just being around Annemarie. I can't help but smile when I think of her. 

It is so hard to slowly lose your Mom to this horrible disease. She was such a wonderful presence, I know you miss her. Thinking of you all during this difficult time and sending our love and prayers.


That which we are

September 2, 2022
It was hard to witness Mom as she faded away. Mom was the matriarch of the family, she kept Dad inline, protected her 5 sons with the ferocity of a Mamma Grizzly, accepted the daughter-in-laws into the family, overjoyed in the birth of each grandchild, and later with each great grandchild. When Mom requested you to do something, you did it, no arguing, no bargaining, you just did it. It was Mom and considered a mortal sin to act against her. Unfortunately, Alzheimer’s slowing took Mom from us. Mom’s memories slowly faded away, and soon the recognition of her family, and finally the twinkle in her eye. It was the twinkle that was the hardest for my family but we took solace that Mom found her final peace, reclaimed her happiness, and joined Dad and Stefan.


In talking with my son, Ben, and Daughter, Monica, we realized some of the attributes that Mom had passed down to us. Mom was very competitive and passed this competitiveness down to her sons which trickled to the grandchildren and I am sure soon to the great grandchildren. Mom loved to play games and she took no prisoners. Mom played to win, she took no sympathy in the whining of her sons for losing and often remarked that we needed to do a better job of winning. This forced us to continue to improve, and as in our lives, never settle for the ordinary, that only hard work with maximum effort is rewarded. I never handed a win to my kids, nor my grandchildren when playing games, as with Mom, I love them too much to hand them artificial victories, as life is anything but. Mom taught us that competitiveness was good, failure was part of life, and adaptability was necessary to succeed. This allowed us to overcome the struggles in life.


Toni often comments (maybe complains) about my strict German discipline. A discipline that Mom had ingrained into us when we were very young. Dishes must be completed before bed, chores completed before earning the right to relax, including TV, laundry must be completed on your day, not any other day, fully dressed before leaving your bedroom in the morning, a set day for cutting grass, no TV before 05:00 PM on weekends, take care of your car, brush your teeth before going to bed and as soon as you wake up (does not make sense but I still do this), dirty clothes in hamper, clean cloths folded or hung up, no exceptions, finish your food as there was a starving kid somewhere, and if you cannot come to an agreement, then you would abide by someone else’s decision that no one would like. Regimented routine was the backbone of what would become our good habits later in life, habits that trickled to my kids.


Mom took the moment to have fun, sniff a flower, pick a flower and put it in her hair, or over her ear, or up her nose, skip a rock, tap someone on the shoulder and look away, blame an invisible dog for bodily noises, if it bought a smile to someone, Mom would say it was well worth it. Mom had a great sense of humor, most of which she might of hid from the general public, but Mom would play jokes, crack jokes, make smart-ass comments, and was generally good natured. Mom emailed (spammed) funnies to about everyone, these were either a picture or one-liners. Mom preferred comedies over drama. You would never catch Mom watching the Hallmark channel, Mom preferred to watch shows that made her laugh, except one. Mom hated the Three Stooges, a show that I and my son laugh at breathlessly to this day, maybe that attribute came from Dad or maybe Mom was in denial. Putting life in perspective was important, and Mom taught us to control that which you can control, accept that which you cannot, and laugh in-between.


Self-Reliance was another trait passed down from Mom. I often wonder if Mom had no choice with raising 5 angelical sons (yes, that is what I remember) and a pack of Irish Wolfhounds on a desolated farm along the Patuxent River while Dad traveled. But Mom did it, she turned us a loose on that farm, with only a few rules. No swimming in waters over our head, do not leave our brothers behind, return to the house in 15 minutes if the farm bell rang, and if you heard Mom’s whistle, which could be heard from the other side of the river, it was too late, you were in trouble. As kids, Mom gave us the freedom to imagine, wander, and even allowed us to forage among the bounties of the farm, our lunches often consisted of strawberries, blueberries, black berries, raspberries, figs, apples, pears, peaches, and cherries, picked fresh from the limb and straight into our mouths. We enjoyed oysters, mussels, crabs and English Walnuts and Chestnuts in the fall. No fish, Mom did not like fish and any fish that were caught was strictly catch and release. I do not like fish to this day, a trait that Toni still blames on Mom. These seem like strange traits and I wonder how could these ever be passed down, I do not have an answer, but I know when my grandchildren come to visit, they will walk around my yard eating all my tomatoes, berries, figs, chives, basal, and dill.


Mom was independent. Mom trained us to do our laundry early in life and if we did not have clean cloths to wear, it was our fault. We had designated days to do our laundry, as not to interfere with the other brothers or Mom and Dad’s laundry day. Mom taught us how to cook as well. Mom would jokily (maybe not), inform us that she was not running a restaurant and we could not simply order what we wanted, we ate what was cooked, or we did not eat. But Mom would allow us to cook our own meals and often shared her techniques and recipes, her prized recipes, family secret recipes. Even today I do most of the cooking, not necessarily as a chore, but mostly to add a spin or flare to our daily dinners. Mom was a great cook; she won a country-wide Betty Crocker Cooking award that she was very proud of. Mom snipped any recipe she could find and stored them for future meals. Mom would test her new recipes on the family and judged their reactions before serving these dishes to others. All the sons were well equipped for life when they left home thanks to the independence instilled upon us by Mom.


Work hard or not work at all, of course not working at all was never tolerated. There were many chores growing up that we did not like to do, but we learned early that it was better to do a good job the first time then having to go back and do it again, with the punishment of an additional chore as a lesson. I think a trait that myself, my brothers and my kids exhibit today. Get the job done and move on. The sons went into the world as hard workers and earned reputations of doing great jobs thanks to Mom.


Moms are special, there is a shared unconditional love between moms and their children. Mom provided a balance of love, discipline, independence, and other attributes that make us who we are today. We were blessed to have such a wonderful Mother that raised us, that was tough on us, that taught us life lessons, how to laugh, how to cook, how to have fun, and how to live. The family is what it is today due to Mom’s influence. I find myself sometimes sensing Mom’s presence and know that Mom is around. The twinkle in her eye will continue on as there is a piece of her in her sons, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. We love you Mom and miss you tremendously.

August 22, 2022
I was 18 when I met Joseph’s mom and dad! 42 years of fun family moments with these crazy, wonderful and loving people! Annemarie was always a great mother-in-law. She was a 2nd mom to me and a good friend as well!
We both loved Tom Selleck! I remember lots of family vacations to the beaches! Sitting our chairs on the beach and dipping our toes in the ocean while sunbathing,  was another thing we loved!
She made German potato salad . Which I must say was a new experience for me. I ended up loving it. This was just one of the amazing recipes she shared with us.
She was so much fun to be around! When you put her and her twin sister Elizabeth together it was even more fun! Double trouble in a good way.
Always a good mom, a loving grandmother and a sweet great grandmother! I can’t even begin to tell you how much we loved her!!!!
May you be at peace with Opa, Stefan and God in Heaven!! We love you Mom!!!



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