June 16, 2020
by Ann Hamilton
When I think of friendship I think of GAY HADLEY. Memories from the whole of my life are twinned with this extraordinary life-long friend.We were first together at the age of four, our March birthdays are within days of each other and our mothers, Florence and Lois, were friends. While not close through high-school, Gay thought I was a tramp and I thought she was a prude, as young mothers our worlds came close and our families grew up together.
There were camping trips and songs around the fire, evenings of endless board games, thanksgiving in Williamsburg and blueberry picking in Maine.The kids would orchestrate theatrical performances that Gay would watch completely rapt and applaud with such enthusiasm we were all sure it was Shakespeare. She was always like that with her attention, gave it generously to what was in front of her, cheered on every act of imagination
from children’s plays to support for the role of women in the university. In retirement Gay and I participated in OSU”s Over 60 program. We selected a Professor, Gay knew so many of them personally or by reputation, and then more practically we made our final decision based on the distance between the lecture hall and the parking lot, It wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone reading this to know that I was a quiet student but Gay always raised her hand to contribute and the professor came to appreciate and perhaps even lecture to her keen attention.
As Gay went on to get her PhD and everything she initiated after, founding Options and participating in leadership at the university,she didn’t leave us behind. She brought her world to us and made our world larger. Gay’s moral ethical clarity and all the ways she found to act on what she believed always inspired me.
These are the events, small and large, that make memory, that make up life’s richness.
But the deeper stream that connected us and connected Gay to so many cannot be told as easily as an event, or revealed in Gay’s list of many many accomplishments as a leader and social activistand then later in her more solitary reflective life in writing and poetry.
As different as we were we shared a sense of recognition that wasn’t about the surface of things.Though she could certainly laugh it off when a surface thing took on unseemly importance.I felt recognized in her presence in a way that had nothing to do with outward descriptions and could talk any small or large issue through with Gay.
She was fair. She challenged me. She was my solid sounding board.
Gay’s listening was a form of “what-if” that opened possibilities and invited change or another way of thinking about things and whatever the subject Gay always wanted a real discussion, wanted to make things better. She wasn’t afraid but wasn’t aggressive about disagreeing. Gay invited debate that no one had to win.
Gay was OUR Friend. A friend to me to everyone in my family to hundreds of others.
She loved us, accepted all our human imperfection. She was a woman making a beautiful life
And true to form –up to the very end - Gay Hadley never stopped growing .
Oh we did so love her and now her love continues to dwell in all of us.
Beth Hamilton ( with Ann)
As Gay went on to get her PhD and everything she initiated after, founding Options and participating in leadership at the university,she didn’t leave us behind. She brought her world to us and made our world larger. Gay’s moral ethical clarity and all the ways she found to act on what she believed always inspired me.
These are the events, small and large, that make memory, that make up life’s richness.
But the deeper stream that connected us and connected Gay to so many cannot be told as easily as an event, or revealed in Gay’s list of many many accomplishments as a leader and social activistand then later in her more solitary reflective life in writing and poetry.
As different as we were we shared a sense of recognition that wasn’t about the surface of things.Though she could certainly laugh it off when a surface thing took on unseemly importance.I felt recognized in her presence in a way that had nothing to do with outward descriptions and could talk any small or large issue through with Gay.
She was fair. She challenged me. She was my solid sounding board.
Gay’s listening was a form of “what-if” that opened possibilities and invited change or another way of thinking about things and whatever the subject Gay always wanted a real discussion, wanted to make things better. She wasn’t afraid but wasn’t aggressive about disagreeing. Gay invited debate that no one had to win.
Gay was OUR Friend. A friend to me to everyone in my family to hundreds of others.
She loved us, accepted all our human imperfection. She was a woman making a beautiful life
And true to form –up to the very end - Gay Hadley never stopped growing .
Oh we did so love her and now her love continues to dwell in all of us.
Beth Hamilton ( with Ann)