Muriel was a very kind and generous lady who seldom turned away a person or animal in need. She was very artistic, especially loved to write poetry, and she was a sketch artist, although she never did anything with these talents. She loved all kinds of music, and passed on this love of music to her children.
Muriel's life was difficult from the time she was a child. She suffered from asthma, and lived with her beloved Auntie Mary in Hawaii where her health improved. Shy and insecure in social situations, she still managed to attract many young men there. Her photo albums from her years in Hawaii are full of photos of happy times there, friends and boyfriends, cards and love notes - all so precious to her.
Then, when she was in her teens, her mother had her return to the Mainland. Muriel subsequently met her future husband Wilbur at high school, and the two became an item. After they married in 1942, Wilbur took a job as an aircraft mechanic at Hickam Field. This brought Muriel great joy, as it meant a return to her beautiful Hawaii and her beloved Auntie Mary. This joy was short-lived when Wilbur was summoned by the government to work for them back on the Mainland. Muriel would never see Hawaii again.
Her marriage was difficult, and shortly after her eighth child was born, she filed for divorce from Wilbur. She raised her children with very little money to support the family, yet she made certain our clothes were always clean, and she taught us manners. She taught us "poor" didn't have to mean "low class."
Yes, her children gave her trouble - when we were teens - and she never stopped loving us, never gave up on us. Her love for us was steadfast and eternal.
Muriel loved roses! Rose bushes filled the front yard of our house, and I remember her pruning them. Sometimes she would hum as she tended them. Looking back, I realized something about her love of roses: although the bush was dormant in winter, its roses returned every spring and summer and into fall. She could count on the roses returning. The perennial cycle of bloom, dormancy, bloom signified hope to her.
Every time I see a rose, I think of her - my mother. Sleep peacefully, my Little Rose of Hawaii.
Muriel's life was difficult from the time she was a child. She suffered from asthma, and lived with her beloved Auntie Mary in Hawaii where her health improved. Shy and insecure in social situations, she still managed to attract many young men there. Her photo albums from her years in Hawaii are full of photos of happy times there, friends and boyfriends, cards and love notes - all so precious to her.
Then, when she was in her teens, her mother had her return to the Mainland. Muriel subsequently met her future husband Wilbur at high school, and the two became an item. After they married in 1942, Wilbur took a job as an aircraft mechanic at Hickam Field. This brought Muriel great joy, as it meant a return to her beautiful Hawaii and her beloved Auntie Mary. This joy was short-lived when Wilbur was summoned by the government to work for them back on the Mainland. Muriel would never see Hawaii again.
Her marriage was difficult, and shortly after her eighth child was born, she filed for divorce from Wilbur. She raised her children with very little money to support the family, yet she made certain our clothes were always clean, and she taught us manners. She taught us "poor" didn't have to mean "low class."
Yes, her children gave her trouble - when we were teens - and she never stopped loving us, never gave up on us. Her love for us was steadfast and eternal.
Muriel loved roses! Rose bushes filled the front yard of our house, and I remember her pruning them. Sometimes she would hum as she tended them. Looking back, I realized something about her love of roses: although the bush was dormant in winter, its roses returned every spring and summer and into fall. She could count on the roses returning. The perennial cycle of bloom, dormancy, bloom signified hope to her.
Every time I see a rose, I think of her - my mother. Sleep peacefully, my Little Rose of Hawaii.
Muriel was a very kind and generous lady who seldom turned away a person or animal in need. She was very artistic, especially loved to write poetry, and she was a sketch artist, although she never did anything with these talents. She loved all kinds of music, and passed on this love of music to her children.
Muriel's life was difficult from the time she was a child. She suffered from asthma, and lived with her beloved Auntie Mary in Hawaii where her health improved. Shy and insecure in social situations, she still managed to attract many young men there. Her photo albums from her years in Hawaii are full of photos of happy times there, friends and boyfriends, cards and love notes - all so precious to her.
Then, when she was in her teens, her mother had her return to the Mainland. Muriel subsequently met her future husband Wilbur at high school, and the two became an item. After they married in 1942, Wilbur took a job as an aircraft mechanic at Hickam Field. This brought Muriel great joy, as it meant a return to her beautiful Hawaii and her beloved Auntie Mary. This joy was short-lived when Wilbur was summoned by the government to work for them back on the Mainland. Muriel would never see Hawaii again.
Her marriage was difficult, and shortly after her eighth child was born, she filed for divorce from Wilbur. She raised her children with very little money to support the family, yet she made certain our clothes were always clean, and she taught us manners. She taught us "poor" didn't have to mean "low class."
Yes, her children gave her trouble - when we were teens - and she never stopped loving us, never gave up on us. Her love for us was steadfast and eternal.
Muriel loved roses! Rose bushes filled the front yard of our house, and I remember her pruning them. Sometimes she would hum as she tended them. Looking back, I realized something about her love of roses: although the bush was dormant in winter, its roses returned every spring and summer and into fall. She could count on the roses returning. The perennial cycle of bloom, dormancy, bloom signified hope to her.
Every time I see a rose, I think of her - my mother. Sleep peacefully, my Little Rose of Hawaii.
Muriel's life was difficult from the time she was a child. She suffered from asthma, and lived with her beloved Auntie Mary in Hawaii where her health improved. Shy and insecure in social situations, she still managed to attract many young men there. Her photo albums from her years in Hawaii are full of photos of happy times there, friends and boyfriends, cards and love notes - all so precious to her.
Then, when she was in her teens, her mother had her return to the Mainland. Muriel subsequently met her future husband Wilbur at high school, and the two became an item. After they married in 1942, Wilbur took a job as an aircraft mechanic at Hickam Field. This brought Muriel great joy, as it meant a return to her beautiful Hawaii and her beloved Auntie Mary. This joy was short-lived when Wilbur was summoned by the government to work for them back on the Mainland. Muriel would never see Hawaii again.
Her marriage was difficult, and shortly after her eighth child was born, she filed for divorce from Wilbur. She raised her children with very little money to support the family, yet she made certain our clothes were always clean, and she taught us manners. She taught us "poor" didn't have to mean "low class."
Yes, her children gave her trouble - when we were teens - and she never stopped loving us, never gave up on us. Her love for us was steadfast and eternal.
Muriel loved roses! Rose bushes filled the front yard of our house, and I remember her pruning them. Sometimes she would hum as she tended them. Looking back, I realized something about her love of roses: although the bush was dormant in winter, its roses returned every spring and summer and into fall. She could count on the roses returning. The perennial cycle of bloom, dormancy, bloom signified hope to her.
Every time I see a rose, I think of her - my mother. Sleep peacefully, my Little Rose of Hawaii.
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