Always loved. Always missed. Never forgotten.
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Leave a tributeAlways loved. Always missed. Never forgotten.
Born 105 years ago, today! Gone from us more than 10 years.
Still remembering you, telling stories of you to your grand children and great grandchildren, sharing your many wisdoms you shared with us. Most of all, sharing your wonderful sense of humor, and the love you and Dad always showed us.
Sill miss you! Love you!
Always missed! Forever loved!
All that said, the phrase "Don't worry, Mom!" comes to mind. It all seem to be coming together for us. Grandma Fetter is high on the minds of them all. She is the beacon that holds us all together..
Love you, mom. Miss you more. Thank you for your "Template" for success. We all enjoying the Ideals you have set forth for us all.
love you
Miss you!
On this particular week the Washer or Dryer broke down...AGAIN. Mom told him about it and he replied he would get some parts and fix it. To which Mom (who never cussed, at least not to our knowledge) turned on him with an explosion of expletives at the top of her lungs about the number of times the GD Washer or Dryer broke down and he would tell her he'd fix it. This went on for a while until, suddenly all was quiet.
Then, without a word, Dad quietly walked out the front door, got in his car and drove off. He returned some time later, followed by a truck with a new Washer and Dryer.
Missing Mom and Dad never gets easier. But the memories are more fun as time goes by. Remembering the good times.
XOXO
Rest in peace.
So just want to say that I think about you all the time and often find myself wondering: "what would Mom do, or say?" Funny how life plays out. Miss you MomXOXO
Bill said it all. We love you and miss you a lot. But talking about you a lot to each other has kept you close. It's snowing and bitter cold up north and more to come. I am reminded, for some reason, when we were kids, of the Bridge tournament you and some friends were at, out of town. Apparently you played all day, oblivious a blinding snowstorm that had been accumulating all the while, preventing you all from coming home that night. One of us still has the newspaper article clipping and photo of Dad holding up the sign he made reading "Welcome home Brigettes!" for your ultimate arrival. Love ya. See you soon on Bill's Facebook page...
I hope St. Peter has got your Face Book account straightened out and your caught up on Earth News. You know about the "baby boom" in your family alone. The
number of your great grandchildren is
about to double in April). Everyone is doing well ( with the exception of a few votes for Republicans). Oh,forgot the big news.... Annie got an iPhone. I know, it's amazing. But the old news is "We Love Ya Mom" xxxxooooo
Love to all,
Rick Fetter
Love you,
Pat
Love you
Just got the note about the loss of your mom. What a strong and glorious run this woman had! And what a beautiful legacy she is leaving in all of you.
Know that you will celebrate her beautiul life as much as you grieve in the loss of it.
Doug
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Always loved. Always missed. Never forgotten.
Born 105 years ago, today! Gone from us more than 10 years.
Still remembering you, telling stories of you to your grand children and great grandchildren, sharing your many wisdoms you shared with us. Most of all, sharing your wonderful sense of humor, and the love you and Dad always showed us.
Sill miss you! Love you!
Always missed! Forever loved!
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Lessons from my Grandmother
I have taken away many of life's lessons from my grandparents. I wonder if they even know what influences they are on their grandchildren. From my Grandma Fetter I learned to take a book wherever I go. Now, my grandmother and I read very different books! Funny how this should be the other way around, but my grandma read "romance novels" and I was the one reading the classics! She carried a small book with her everywhere she went and pulled it out in line at the grocery store or at the doctor's office, and I do the same. Uncle Bill recently shared with me that she used to read at the breakfast table which drove my grandfather nuts.
I learned to cook because of my Grandma Fetter, if not directly from her. My mom (Mary's former daughter-in-law) credits my grandma for teaching her to cook. I didn't get to see my grandma often due to distance, but when we used to visit for Thanksgiving, I remember always having lasagna the night we arrived with an Italian salad made with homemade dressing. For Thanksgiving we always had her awful fruit salad because it was Uncle Bill's favorite (except it wasn't). And Grandma always made sure to tell Bill dinner was at 2:00 in hopes he'd be there by 4:00 instead of 6:00.
But I remember best about her house the following things: I remember her animals, all of whom came first from her children, I believe. I remember Molson the enormous black-lab and I remember Ben, who liked to sit on my feet and keep them warm. I remember that Grandma made a tape of the two dogs howling along as Grandma played Christmas music on her piano. Her house was filled with treasures! She had antiques displayed, and always had colored glass in her windows. But it was her basement that drew me. I spent lots of time down there digging through old clothes, games, knick-knacks, and hundreds of odd and worldly souvenirs from her traveling adventures. She had marionettes, sombreros, silk slippers and robes, an old mini slot machine, building blocks, Avon figurines, a round deck of cards and stacks of books.
I remember little things like her showing me her hammer toes or the way she would fall asleep in her chair, head nodding, mouth open. I can describe her house in great detail, the first and second, and I can tell you the toys she kept there for us to play with. I remember taking small walks in both houses, sometimes alone, sometimes with Pat or Bill. And Bill, Pat and Jeff would take off on morning runs. I remember that to take a picture she would stop and make a big production about "putting on her face" first, and really working up a smile. I always thought she was silly because her natural smile was just as beautiful as the one she worked to put on. I remember sleeping in the den at the old house and being terrified because she reminded me every single time about the time she was robbed in that very room!! Between that and the grandfather clock, there was no sleep for me! I remember Uncle Bill sleeping under the dining room table. I remember her awful toilet seat covers and the way they let out a bunch of air when you sat on them and you stuck to them when you got up. I remember that the TV was up really, really loud because she couldn't hear. I never saw her sit in front of the TV though. She just had it on.
I don't have very many stories of Grandma, per se. But I have a lot of wonderful memories.
Poem: The Candle Light
The Candlelight
By: Mary Agnes Fink
(From a collection of Poems in a book titled "The Gold Frame vol. IV" printed by Our Lady of Mercy High School in Rochester, NY in 1935)
It twinkles like a little star
Guiding us all aright;
The Chapel lights are dim and low
Save that glow of candle light.
It burns and gleams with untold love
Before that altar white.
Each soul is led to God's own home
Along the path of candle light.
*Special Note: This poem was read at her funeral.
This book was given to Mary's granddaughter, Kristen Fetter with the following note:
October 11, 1988
To Kristen, a dear grandaughter, on her 14th birthday. It takes a teenage grandaughter to understand a little better the words and wit of her Grandmother Fetter. Grandmother Fetter wrote these lines when she too was a teenager looking for signs of a life ahead in the mists of time.
~ Mary Agnes Fink Fetter
Poem: A Story Strange
A Story Strange
By: Mary Agnes Fink
(From a collection of Poems in a book titled "The Gold Frame vol. IV" printed by Our Lady of Mercy High School in Rochester, NY in 1935)
Listen dear and you shall hear
A story old but true.
My mother's mother told the tale
As I am telling you.
A lass of old once lived alone
A'top of yonder tower
She watched the birds, she watched the trees,
But only from her bower.
A handsome knight rode by one day
And saw this maid so fair.
Ah! there's my bride, she shall be mine.
Refuse, she will not dare.
He drove his steed right up the stair
And snatched her from her tower.
"Oh, sir, I pray thee let me go."
But she was in his power.
He took her to his castle home
And there he made her queen.
They lived long years of happy life
And thus fulfilled their dream.