ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Pauline Hendrickson 92 years old , born on September 27, 1918 and passed away on September 9, 2011. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Melissa Lane on September 9, 2014
Rest in Peace Sweet Lady
Posted by Erin Lale on September 27, 2011
Today would have been gramma's birthday. Mom wanted to talk at the memorial service this weekend but could not. She wants everyone to know how nice it was that so many people attended.
Posted by Erin Lale on September 12, 2011
I created this memorial page for my gramma so that all her friends and relations could share a space to give common comfort to each other and remember her.
Posted by Erin Lale on September 12, 2011
From Erin and Meta Lale:

What we remember best about her is how much she loved animals, so we would like to ask people to donate to an animal shelter in lieu of sending flowers.

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Posted by Melissa Lane on September 9, 2014
Rest in Peace Sweet Lady
Posted by Erin Lale on September 27, 2011
Today would have been gramma's birthday. Mom wanted to talk at the memorial service this weekend but could not. She wants everyone to know how nice it was that so many people attended.
Posted by Erin Lale on September 12, 2011
I created this memorial page for my gramma so that all her friends and relations could share a space to give common comfort to each other and remember her.
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Eggs, Eggs, Eggs

Shared by Erin Lale on September 27, 2011

(Story by Meta Lale as told to Erin Lale)

Our family moved from Bismarck to a farm in Washington near Fort Lewis. Dad got a job at the Nally's plant, so the bulk of the farm work fell to mom. We had a thousand chickens, some pigs, two cows, several goats, and 75 fruit trees. Many soldiers stayed at our place while mustering out. I remember mom cooking eggs, eggs, eggs, every which way: fried, scrambled, boiled. They didn't have fresh eggs and milk in the military, so the soldiers thought those things were a treat.

Mom cleaned the chicken house daily. When the book The Egg and I came out,  I overheard her say to Polly Imus, "I could have written that book, but I was too busy shoveling shit."

The Fireplace

Shared by Erin Lale on September 27, 2011

(Story from Meta Lale as told to Erin Lale.)

Mom always told me, "If you want a helping hand, look at the end of your arm."

One of my earliest memories illustrates her belief in this principle. In Bismarck, North Dakota, mom told dad many times she wanted him to remove the fake fireplace in our living room. After he left to go on the road, she brought out a crowbar, wrenched the fireplace away, picked it up, and threw it way into the front yard, where it landed back side up. I asked her if I could use it for a stage, and she said, "You can tap dance on it for all I care." So Jeanie Imus and I tap danced our little feet off on it.