Alice Viola Dougherty's Obituary
You've given us kids two wonderful things;One is Roots the other is Wings! Now you ARE indeed, the wind beneath my wings Mom!Whenever I feel you blow by... I promise to fly!!I LOVE YOU and I MISS YOU Mama! Blossom.Gram Is.By Erin LewandowskiGram is from court T.V. and Jerry Springer. Gram is from unconditional love, no matter your mistakes. Gram is from dots, sour gummies and warm fuzzy socks that were never quite warm enough. Dollar store runs and word find puzzles are where Gram is from. Gram is from a home, not a house. Gram is from giving and never taking. Gram is from a big family, bound together by her love. Gram is from God, a gift to everyone in this room. Gram is from 8 children, whom she sacrificed for everyday. Gram is from a marriage where love comes easy. Pedicures, and always forgetting in the middle of her sentence, is where Gram is from. Gram is from always being late and being bombarded with hugs. Exhausting walks in the freezing cold just to watch me cheer is where my Gram is from. Gram is from love, the definition itself. Gram is from forgiveness. Heaven is where Gram is...a place where roads are paved with gold; angels fly high, and where she walks hand in hand with the lord.I love you Gram.To Gram,Nigh- Night, sleep tight!Don't let the bedbugs bite!I Love you and miss you!From Beau We would like to share these poems that our grandmother (Doris T. Franklin) wrote for her daughter, Alice, our mother. You will be missed so very much, Mom. We Love you!Alice - age 36Alice now is 'music',accordion, piano, guitars;she makes a living singingin honky-tonks and bars.But - when se walks away from themto go home to six kids,you'd think that raising childrenwas the only thing she did.They are taught there's chores to do,to cook and clean, to name a few;clothes piled high to wash and iron,just to look makes me feel tired.Music reigns in her home galore,from her oldest boy to a girl now four.Trumpet, guitars, drum and voiceare used in harmony, they have no choiceto roam the streets or brakes to squeal,their pleasures at home'cause Mom's at the wheel!She may sing in bars, entertain the crowds,but when at home her head is bowedto thank GOD for their daily bread,be grateful for her kids instead ofwanting more than life can bring.In the midst of worry she's learned to sing.Yes, she sings in bars, entertains the crowds,at home only love n' country's allowed to flourish.What is the name of Alice's band? "Love 'n Country" of course.My Little MotherShe laid one dolly in its' crib,[such a precious little mother];her little voice was soft and lowas she sat and rocked the other.I fed her lunch, I could seeshe sat so sleepily there;she walked in to go nappy-bye,dragging dolly by the hair!note-It was such a little step she took from 'little motherhood' back into babyhood.Her Mending JobShe had a hole in her dress['tis the best laugh I've had yet,]she USED THE SCISSORS TO CUT IT OUT!You can bet, she'll never forget,that hole!note-Alice, too enjoyed a good laugh;her youngest daughter did thesame thing, at the same age!humorousrepeated memoriesHer First DiaryA diary is for secrets,between you, dear, and yourself;you write in it all your dreamsof happiness and wealth;you write your daily happenings-I hope they'll be worth while,so when you read it later in life,you will read it with a smile.dear diaryAlice's' First Date I dressed her in her finest gownof dainty Alice blue -'twas her first date with Daddy,I'm sure she knew it too;I propped her in her bassinette,facing to the door -two blue ribbons in her hairshe had never worn before.She smiled, she cooed, she gurgled,she practiced her 'ah0coos',she could melt her daddy's' heartstringswhen her 'propers' she would do.We waited- waited- waited'til into her crib I put her;my broken heart clutched in the handof our tired little daughter.Her daddy had worked overtime,he'd never thought to call,he had thoughtlessly broken her first date,OH - the heartbreak of it all:I love you, Alice, MamaALICE SMILED!The nurse brought her to me from the nursery:Our little daughter wascrying lustily.I sang for her, a lullaby,my baby smiled for me![Nurse was astounded!]MomYou're a special kind of someone,a mystical, magical you;a colorful creation,often zany too.I like the way you listenwith a sense of loving careand when I'm being silly,how you ruffle up my hair.If I am causing troubleor being mischievous around,you do what you have to do,you firmly lay laws down.If I am sad or lonely,I can count on youto liven up my spirits and spend time with me too!In summing up all things,it's this that I can say:" I love you, my dear mother,in a special kind of way."Kathleen Anne Dougherty, Tacoma
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