Annie Wiese was born at Gage Oklahoma and lived in the Vici area. She moved with her family to Union City in 1938. She married Otto Wiese April 12, 1942 and they lived on a farm SW of El Reno. She attended St. Joseph Catholic Church at that time. They had three daughters, Susan, Darlene and Mary. They moved to Wewoka in 1958 where they had a cattle and pecan farm. She did not like living at Wewoka, she had grown up where you could see forever, and at Wewoka, we were surrounded by trees and she felt like you couldn't see anything. In 1970, they moved to El Reno. She was very devout to her faith in God and dedicated to her daughters.
She grew up on a farm and preferred to work outside. She liked to grow flowers inside and outside. She was also especially fond of cardinals and canaries.
She had problems with depression much of her life. She was given anti-depressants in late 1969 which gave her hepatitis, then she was given anti-depressants which caused her to have Parkinson-like symptoms. As these symptoms worsened, her doctor would increase the dose and was telling us she would not live much longer. We finally found a doctor who managed her medication well.
She was hospitalized for bronchitis in El Reno. She wanted to get up during the night and the nurse called the doctor for medication to keep her down. This was ordered and she never recovered from this. She went into respiratory failure and was placed on a ventilator. She did come off of the ventilator but was so weakened that she was unable to recover.
Before Moma passed we knew she was not going to survive and I asked her to tell Kara we loved her and my sister had done the same for her daughter, Rona. After Moma passed, we brought her home and my sisters and I stayed with her until her funeral. I had never had a dream about Kara which has never seemed right to me. The first night we had Moma home I couldn't sleep and had got up and went to my house to see if I could sleep and as I was falling asleep I had a dream of Kara and Rona coming into the house together.
Moma told us her birthday was September 9 and that is when we always celebrated. Then she found some papers that said her birthday was September 10, so we celebrated on the 10th. After she had passed, we found some papers that said her birthday was September 11. Since she was born at home, I guess we will never know the correct date for certain.
Patricia Veech-Cocurullo was so kind that she sponsored my Mom's memorial and also my Dad's. Thank you.
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ CRABBY OLD WOMAN ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
This poem was reportedly written by a woman who died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.
What do you see, nurse... what do you see?
Are you thinking - when you look at me:
"A crabby old woman, not very wise;
Uncertain of habit with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice 'I do wish you'd try.'"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe;
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me!
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I move at your bidding, eat at your will:
ღ I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another;
ღ A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a love she'll meet;
ღ A bride at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
ღ At twenty-five now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure, happy home.
ღ A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast.
Bound together with ties that should last.
ღ At forty, my young sons have grown up and gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
ღ At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee
Again we know children, my loved ones and me...
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years
and the love that I've known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now again my bittered heart swells;
I remember the joys, I remember the pain
and I'm loving and living life over again;
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last;
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see...
not a crabbed old woman.
Look closer... see me!
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
Back of stone reads....
DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP I AM NOT HERE NOW IT'S TIME WE TRAVELED ON ALONE AND WHEN YOU MUST COME THIS WAY WE WILL GREET YOU WITH A SMILE AND WELCOME HOME
Children
Susan Wiese Gregg Dickens
Zelda Darlene Wiese Harjo Quiroz
Mary Louise Wiese
Grandchildren
Rona Ann Harjo Silva
Jason Dale Gregg
Sherri Lynn Gregg Hollander
Gina Ann Harjo Richards
Kara Ann Wiese
Dustin Ray Wiese
Cincinnati Harjo
Great Grandchildren
Reva Marie Silva
Alex Quiroz
Kaecie Rae Harjo
Kylie Rae Harjo
Damion Harjo
Destiny Richards
Ethan Richards
Ronin Hollander
Edan Hollander
Connor Gregg
Carsen Gregg
Jordan Wiese
Alexis Wiese
Ashton Wiese
Great-great Grandchildren
Devan Nati Harjo
Trinity Harjo
Noah Paul
Riley
Brinley Wiese
She grew up on a farm and preferred to work outside. She liked to grow flowers inside and outside. She was also especially fond of cardinals and canaries.
She had problems with depression much of her life. She was given anti-depressants in late 1969 which gave her hepatitis, then she was given anti-depressants which caused her to have Parkinson-like symptoms. As these symptoms worsened, her doctor would increase the dose and was telling us she would not live much longer. We finally found a doctor who managed her medication well.
She was hospitalized for bronchitis in El Reno. She wanted to get up during the night and the nurse called the doctor for medication to keep her down. This was ordered and she never recovered from this. She went into respiratory failure and was placed on a ventilator. She did come off of the ventilator but was so weakened that she was unable to recover.
Before Moma passed we knew she was not going to survive and I asked her to tell Kara we loved her and my sister had done the same for her daughter, Rona. After Moma passed, we brought her home and my sisters and I stayed with her until her funeral. I had never had a dream about Kara which has never seemed right to me. The first night we had Moma home I couldn't sleep and had got up and went to my house to see if I could sleep and as I was falling asleep I had a dream of Kara and Rona coming into the house together.
Moma told us her birthday was September 9 and that is when we always celebrated. Then she found some papers that said her birthday was September 10, so we celebrated on the 10th. After she had passed, we found some papers that said her birthday was September 11. Since she was born at home, I guess we will never know the correct date for certain.
Patricia Veech-Cocurullo was so kind that she sponsored my Mom's memorial and also my Dad's. Thank you.
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ CRABBY OLD WOMAN ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
This poem was reportedly written by a woman who died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.
What do you see, nurse... what do you see?
Are you thinking - when you look at me:
"A crabby old woman, not very wise;
Uncertain of habit with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice 'I do wish you'd try.'"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe;
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me!
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I move at your bidding, eat at your will:
ღ I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another;
ღ A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a love she'll meet;
ღ A bride at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
ღ At twenty-five now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure, happy home.
ღ A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast.
Bound together with ties that should last.
ღ At forty, my young sons have grown up and gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
ღ At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee
Again we know children, my loved ones and me...
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years
and the love that I've known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now again my bittered heart swells;
I remember the joys, I remember the pain
and I'm loving and living life over again;
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last;
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see...
not a crabbed old woman.
Look closer... see me!
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
Back of stone reads....
DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP I AM NOT HERE NOW IT'S TIME WE TRAVELED ON ALONE AND WHEN YOU MUST COME THIS WAY WE WILL GREET YOU WITH A SMILE AND WELCOME HOME
Children
Susan Wiese Gregg Dickens
Zelda Darlene Wiese Harjo Quiroz
Mary Louise Wiese
Grandchildren
Rona Ann Harjo Silva
Jason Dale Gregg
Sherri Lynn Gregg Hollander
Gina Ann Harjo Richards
Kara Ann Wiese
Dustin Ray Wiese
Cincinnati Harjo
Great Grandchildren
Reva Marie Silva
Alex Quiroz
Kaecie Rae Harjo
Kylie Rae Harjo
Damion Harjo
Destiny Richards
Ethan Richards
Ronin Hollander
Edan Hollander
Connor Gregg
Carsen Gregg
Jordan Wiese
Alexis Wiese
Ashton Wiese
Great-great Grandchildren
Devan Nati Harjo
Trinity Harjo
Noah Paul
Riley
Brinley Wiese
Annie Wiese was born at Gage Oklahoma and lived in the Vici area. She moved with her family to Union City in 1938. She married Otto Wiese April 12, 1942 and they lived on a farm SW of El Reno. She attended St. Joseph Catholic Church at that time. They had three daughters, Susan, Darlene and Mary. They moved to Wewoka in 1958 where they had a cattle and pecan farm. She did not like living at Wewoka, she had grown up where you could see forever, and at Wewoka, we were surrounded by trees and she felt like you couldn't see anything. In 1970, they moved to El Reno. She was very devout to her faith in God and dedicated to her daughters.
She grew up on a farm and preferred to work outside. She liked to grow flowers inside and outside. She was also especially fond of cardinals and canaries.
She had problems with depression much of her life. She was given anti-depressants in late 1969 which gave her hepatitis, then she was given anti-depressants which caused her to have Parkinson-like symptoms. As these symptoms worsened, her doctor would increase the dose and was telling us she would not live much longer. We finally found a doctor who managed her medication well.
She was hospitalized for bronchitis in El Reno. She wanted to get up during the night and the nurse called the doctor for medication to keep her down. This was ordered and she never recovered from this. She went into respiratory failure and was placed on a ventilator. She did come off of the ventilator but was so weakened that she was unable to recover.
Before Moma passed we knew she was not going to survive and I asked her to tell Kara we loved her and my sister had done the same for her daughter, Rona. After Moma passed, we brought her home and my sisters and I stayed with her until her funeral. I had never had a dream about Kara which has never seemed right to me. The first night we had Moma home I couldn't sleep and had got up and went to my house to see if I could sleep and as I was falling asleep I had a dream of Kara and Rona coming into the house together.
Moma told us her birthday was September 9 and that is when we always celebrated. Then she found some papers that said her birthday was September 10, so we celebrated on the 10th. After she had passed, we found some papers that said her birthday was September 11. Since she was born at home, I guess we will never know the correct date for certain.
Patricia Veech-Cocurullo was so kind that she sponsored my Mom's memorial and also my Dad's. Thank you.
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ CRABBY OLD WOMAN ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
This poem was reportedly written by a woman who died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.
What do you see, nurse... what do you see?
Are you thinking - when you look at me:
"A crabby old woman, not very wise;
Uncertain of habit with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice 'I do wish you'd try.'"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe;
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me!
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I move at your bidding, eat at your will:
ღ I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another;
ღ A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a love she'll meet;
ღ A bride at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
ღ At twenty-five now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure, happy home.
ღ A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast.
Bound together with ties that should last.
ღ At forty, my young sons have grown up and gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
ღ At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee
Again we know children, my loved ones and me...
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years
and the love that I've known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now again my bittered heart swells;
I remember the joys, I remember the pain
and I'm loving and living life over again;
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last;
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see...
not a crabbed old woman.
Look closer... see me!
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
Back of stone reads....
DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP I AM NOT HERE NOW IT'S TIME WE TRAVELED ON ALONE AND WHEN YOU MUST COME THIS WAY WE WILL GREET YOU WITH A SMILE AND WELCOME HOME
Children
Susan Wiese Gregg Dickens
Zelda Darlene Wiese Harjo Quiroz
Mary Louise Wiese
Grandchildren
Rona Ann Harjo Silva
Jason Dale Gregg
Sherri Lynn Gregg Hollander
Gina Ann Harjo Richards
Kara Ann Wiese
Dustin Ray Wiese
Cincinnati Harjo
Great Grandchildren
Reva Marie Silva
Alex Quiroz
Kaecie Rae Harjo
Kylie Rae Harjo
Damion Harjo
Destiny Richards
Ethan Richards
Ronin Hollander
Edan Hollander
Connor Gregg
Carsen Gregg
Jordan Wiese
Alexis Wiese
Ashton Wiese
Great-great Grandchildren
Devan Nati Harjo
Trinity Harjo
Noah Paul
Riley
Brinley Wiese
She grew up on a farm and preferred to work outside. She liked to grow flowers inside and outside. She was also especially fond of cardinals and canaries.
She had problems with depression much of her life. She was given anti-depressants in late 1969 which gave her hepatitis, then she was given anti-depressants which caused her to have Parkinson-like symptoms. As these symptoms worsened, her doctor would increase the dose and was telling us she would not live much longer. We finally found a doctor who managed her medication well.
She was hospitalized for bronchitis in El Reno. She wanted to get up during the night and the nurse called the doctor for medication to keep her down. This was ordered and she never recovered from this. She went into respiratory failure and was placed on a ventilator. She did come off of the ventilator but was so weakened that she was unable to recover.
Before Moma passed we knew she was not going to survive and I asked her to tell Kara we loved her and my sister had done the same for her daughter, Rona. After Moma passed, we brought her home and my sisters and I stayed with her until her funeral. I had never had a dream about Kara which has never seemed right to me. The first night we had Moma home I couldn't sleep and had got up and went to my house to see if I could sleep and as I was falling asleep I had a dream of Kara and Rona coming into the house together.
Moma told us her birthday was September 9 and that is when we always celebrated. Then she found some papers that said her birthday was September 10, so we celebrated on the 10th. After she had passed, we found some papers that said her birthday was September 11. Since she was born at home, I guess we will never know the correct date for certain.
Patricia Veech-Cocurullo was so kind that she sponsored my Mom's memorial and also my Dad's. Thank you.
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ CRABBY OLD WOMAN ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
This poem was reportedly written by a woman who died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.
What do you see, nurse... what do you see?
Are you thinking - when you look at me:
"A crabby old woman, not very wise;
Uncertain of habit with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice 'I do wish you'd try.'"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe;
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me!
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I move at your bidding, eat at your will:
ღ I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another;
ღ A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a love she'll meet;
ღ A bride at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
ღ At twenty-five now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure, happy home.
ღ A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast.
Bound together with ties that should last.
ღ At forty, my young sons have grown up and gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
ღ At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee
Again we know children, my loved ones and me...
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years
and the love that I've known.
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel.
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now again my bittered heart swells;
I remember the joys, I remember the pain
and I'm loving and living life over again;
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last;
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see...
not a crabbed old woman.
Look closer... see me!
ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ
Back of stone reads....
DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP I AM NOT HERE NOW IT'S TIME WE TRAVELED ON ALONE AND WHEN YOU MUST COME THIS WAY WE WILL GREET YOU WITH A SMILE AND WELCOME HOME
Children
Susan Wiese Gregg Dickens
Zelda Darlene Wiese Harjo Quiroz
Mary Louise Wiese
Grandchildren
Rona Ann Harjo Silva
Jason Dale Gregg
Sherri Lynn Gregg Hollander
Gina Ann Harjo Richards
Kara Ann Wiese
Dustin Ray Wiese
Cincinnati Harjo
Great Grandchildren
Reva Marie Silva
Alex Quiroz
Kaecie Rae Harjo
Kylie Rae Harjo
Damion Harjo
Destiny Richards
Ethan Richards
Ronin Hollander
Edan Hollander
Connor Gregg
Carsen Gregg
Jordan Wiese
Alexis Wiese
Ashton Wiese
Great-great Grandchildren
Devan Nati Harjo
Trinity Harjo
Noah Paul
Riley
Brinley Wiese
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