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Electa always treated me like one of her own daughters.  Even though she wasn't my mother, I called her "mom".  She was a kind person who always had something nice to say to everyone.  I loved to listen to her whistle!!  And I loved the fact that she had a sweet tooth (even though she tried to hide it)!
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I enjoyed being around Electa. She was a positive person who always had a kind word and smile. It is fun to read some of the stories of her life in the obituary.  She had spirit! My condolences to the daughters and family as you grieve her loss. I think her kindness and commitment continue to live in many of you. 
When I remember Electa  when I was a kid, she always had a cup of coffee in her hand.  I remember her as so calm and even.  She always talked to me like I said the most interesting things she had heard all day. I loved her laugh.  I especially remember how fun she was on camping trips - when I heard the laugh the most.  I really admired her going back to teaching and how dedicated she was to her students.  She had such a big heart! 
Candy, Becky, Debbie, Terri a…
2019, Minnesota
Candy, Becky, Debbie, Terri and Grandma Electa
I remember how all of the cousins would run wild in the park behind Grandma and Grandpa's house, and how somehow Grandma always reeled us back in, never raising her voice, always with hugs and kindness. I remember reading books with Grandma, and later when she'd come to stay with my sisters and I, I remember her always asking about what I was reading and listening with great care. Mostly I remember that she was always gentle, always patient with all of her grandchildren, and always made it feel like she had time for us and that there was nothing more important than her family. She was a wonderful Grandma, and we were all so lucky to have her. 
I remember running around with all my cousins having popsicles in the park behind grandma's house and catching fireflies in her backyard and eating fancy cookies on the screened in porch and having Christmas in their living room and how with the whole family together we barely fit! I remember grandmas laugh which we heard often and that grandma gave really good hugs which is probably where my mom and my aunts got their good hugs gene. I loved my grandma dearly and I love that my daughter carries her name forward (Maya Electa Miner).
I'm thinking, but I cannot remember a harsh word out of Electa's mouth.  It's an ideal that I often aspire to and frequently fall short of.  Which made Electa that much more precious to her family and friends.  She just carried on with her humor and love and good nature.  I will miss her.

My heart goes out to my dear cousins at this great loss. Electa was always so full of patience, love and joy.  Her arms were open to everyone.  Her sense of humor touched all around her.  I feel so fortunate to have been raised with and adventured with her and her family.  She made me feel special because we were birthday twins. I think she made everyone feel special.  

With love,  Odessa 

Here is a poem that a dear friend, Erika Walker, shared to help ease our grief:

For You

The things you've loved I have not laid away

To molder in the darkness year by year,

The songs you sang, the books you read each day

Are all about me, intimate and dear.

I do not keep your chair a thing apart,

Lonely and empty, desolate to view.

But if one comes aweary, sick at heart,

I seat him there and comfort him - for you.

I do not go apart in grief and weep,

For I have known your tenderness and care;

Such memories are joy that we may keep,

And I so pray for those whose lives are bare.

I may not daily go and scatter flowers

Where you are sleeping neath the sun and dew,

But if one lies in pain through weary hours,

I send the flowers there, dear heart, for you.

Life claims our best; you would not have me waste

A singe day with selfish, idle woe.

I fancy that I hear you bid me haste

Lest I should sadly falter as I go.

Perchance so much that now seems incomplete

Was left for me in my poor way to do.

And I shall love to tell you, when we meet,

That I have done your errands, Dear, for you.

Here is a brief memoir that Mom wrote:

I was born April 21, 1927 in a small hospital in Gouverneur, New York.  I think my brothers had been born at home.  Mother was in the hospital for at least a week, I'm told.

Mot of my earliest memories are not actual memories of events but memories of pictures of myself or family that I have seen.  I know from hearing my mother talk about it that I was a scrawny baby.  My mother nursed me and the doctor told her I was not getting enough nourishment, so I guess she started me on a bottle to supplement her milk.

I was a pretty little girl according to the pictures I have seen of myself as a very young child.  I had long curly hair.   Both of my parents were delighted to have a girl.  (I had two older brothers - Hiram and Everett.)

When I was about five or six, I was a flower girl in my cousin Electa's wedding.  I wore a pretty pink dress and looked very happy in the picture.

My grandmother, Electa Nichols Price Brown, lived with us.  She had the big front bedroom with a double bed with a brass headboard and the best of bedroom furniture.  She had given the house to my mother.  Grandma Brown had lived on a farm which had burned.  Her first husband had died in an accident - Jean and I went to Canton and found in the records there an account of his death in an old newspaper.  As I  remember it he had been drunk and fell off his horse and buggy and was dragged to his death.  Grandma ran the farm herself after his death with the help of hired men.  Later she married ----- Brown and I don't know whether they continued to farm or moved to town.

The house I grew up in was 98 Barnes Street and there was a gully behind the house.  On the other side of the gully was Rowley Street.  My Aunt Alice and Uncle Earl Brown lived on Rowley street, almost behind us.  They had six children, all older than I.  Alice was the cousin closest in age to me and she was at least five years older than I.  The Browns and the Jennes celebrated most holidays together and were close as families.  

Here is another memoir Mom wrote:

After graduation from Gouverneur High School I went to Cornell University in Ithaca, New York.  I met and married Tom.  After graduation we moved to Buffalo where we lived for two years.  There was a desperate shortage  of teachers, and I took some education courses at Buffalo U. to become certified to teach.  I found a job teaching a combined first and second grade in Ransomville, near Niagara Falls.  

We moved to Chicago and later to Elmhurst, a western suburb of Chicago.  We had five daughters over a ten-year period.  I was a stay-at-home mother, heavily involved in our kids, PTA, Girl Scouts, church activities, and all that good stuff.

When our oldest was in high school I went back to school at Elmhurst College and took more education courses to become certified to teach at the high school level. We moved to Pelham Manor, New York, for a couple of years.  This was a very sophisticated environment which presented a real challenge to raising kids.  I was happy to move back to the Midwest in 1966 to Clarendon Hills, Illinois (another western suburb of Chicago).

I did substitute teaching while in New York and when we returned to Illinois until I got a full-time job teaching Social Studies at Hinsdale South High School, where I taught for 16 years.  During my teaching years we became involved in foster parenting.  We had a total of four foster teenagers live with us: one girl and three boys - not all at the same time.

Summers we loaded our station wagon with our tent and camping gear and set out to explore national parks.  After a few years of tent camping, we bought a used motor home, which became our base for camping, both East and West.  The kids became great campers and we had some wonderful adventures together.

The girls are all married now and we have nine grandchildren.  After the kids left home Tom and I started backpacking with the Sierra Club and also took up skiing in Colorado.  The empty nest period has some great advantages and we have been fortunate in being able to travel since I retired.  Recently we have taken several Elderhostel trips: one to Venice, Italy, one to Hawaii, and in May we went on one to Israel.  We enjoy traveling and Elderhostel is a great way to go.

I have many memories of high school: feeling self-conscious, awkward, embarrassed at participation in a Dean Oratorical Contest, walking the halls balancing books on my head, Mr. Riley calling me into his office to encourage me to go to college, struggling with writing papers in Miss Eckmann's English classes, trying to ski in the hills behind the Fair Grounds.

When I graduated from high school I had no big dreams or plans for my life.  It was a real financial hardship for my parents to send me to college.  I had no special career ambitions.  Certainly teaching was not a goal, but I found it to be satisfying (most of the time).

I would choose a small college to attend if I had it to do over.

No major triumphs or honors achieved.  A minor achievement that I feel good about is climbing Half Dome in Yosemite and being able to hike in the mountains with a 40-pound pack on my back.

I would like to become fluent in Spanish before I check out.  Also I would like to visit Korea with my two Korean grandchildren when they are a little older.  

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