I met Thelma 63 or 64 years ago...when I was one or two, and the Crane family moved from the home of Eastern Illinois University to Eastern Michigan University. I lived in Ypsi from 1-6 1/2. During this time I met the whole McDaniel family, and Jaime and Susan became my first best friends...Jamie was a year younger, and Susan was a year older. Of course, we got along great--our mothers were best friends...and remained so for the rest of their lives, even though we moved back to EIU in 1961. And the McDaniel's bought our house on North Wallace. Not only that, but they bought it on contract, meaning my parents received a check every month from the McDaniel's. But we also visited, and I was thrilled to see that my dad's wall mural in the basement was not painted over :).
Mom (Mathiel Crane) and Thelma met at a Dame's Luncheon. At the time (1956, I assume) EMU held a luncheon for all "faculty wives." That's because the faculty were men. They met on the porch or balcony of the president's house because THEY NEEDED TO SMOKE. That's how they met...going for a smoke. Mom and Thelma became fast friends, and that meant my childhood memories include Thelma and her family.
In 1997, the year before my mom died, I was fortunate enough to accompany Mom, Thelma, and three other friends to London for several days. I was 42 at the time, and perhaps the greatest gift of all from that trip, was learning just how funny this group of women were! The laughter! The stories! I didn't realize that old women could be so funny! (Now that I AM one, I understand). Those ladies made trips to the liquor store almost every day! And we saw so much theatre. I chose to go see the Phantom of the Opera by myself while Thelma and the group saw Shakespeare :). Spending time with Thelma was like spending time with my mom. I loved it.
I've tried to stay in touch with Thelma over the last 20 years. Thanks to Jaime for hosting me, and sharing Thelma with me. I love her laugh, I love her soul, I love her politics. We always had a great time together. She often spoke of her love for me, and her love of my mom. I am so very grateful to have had her in my life.
I may be wrong about this, but I heard that in the Jewish faith, the idea of the afterlife has to do with how long people talk about you. In other words, you "live" as long as you are remembered. I will never forget this friendly, energetic, cat-loving, people-loving complicated woman who loved me unconditionally. I know her family feels the same way. Thelma is truly one-of-a-kind. I can hear her say, "Oh, Gail," because she would want to refute this. No can do, Thelma. You are special. I love you. Rest in peace, and tell mom how much I miss her.