Welcome! I'm Melissa Gross, a dynamic and interactive teacher and speaker called to lead and encourage Christian women in their walk with the Lord through classes, workshops and retreats incorporating Bible study, devotionals, illustrated Bible journaling, paper crafting and mixed media projects that merge faith and art bringing God’s Word to life so you can find renewed excitement to dive into the Word, use your creative gifts, and apply the Truth as you draw closer to the Lord and serve Him in your everyday life. This site is where I share my everyday adventures, Bible Journaling pages, scrapbook layouts, handmade cards, and other crafty projects, as well as information on my upcoming workshops and events. I also post photos, ramble about books I'm reading, stuff I'm organizing, and other FUN bits & pieces of my wonderful life.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Blog Every Day In May - From The Archives (Sister)

Today I'm sharing a post from the archives here at Daily Life - Bits & Pieces. This is one of the posts that I'm most proud of because of the writing. I'd wanted to tell the story of my aunt, Sister, for some time, and Sian's Storytelling Sundays were the perfect push to get the words down on paper. When I clicked the Publish button on that post, I was a little nervous, wondering if I'd used the right words to share a very personal story that would honor a part of my family history. However, when comments from my blog readers began appearing, I knew that (at least that time) I had gotten it just right.

You can see the layout I created to go along with the story in my original post from August 7, 2011. At that time, I did not have many photos of Sister. However, now that Mama is scrapbooking and scanning many of her older photos, I have quite a few in my digital collection. Today I'm sharing my original journaling along with photos of Sister throughout her lifetime.

Sister was only 44 years old when she died.  The state school called early that Sunday morning to say she was gone.  I remember hearing Mama’s heart wrenching sobs coming from her and Daddy’s bedroom.  After years of taking care of her three daughters and Sister, Mama had decided to place Sister in the state school just 2 years earlier.

Evelyn Mae was born in 1942 in Mississippi. She was the sixth child of Tinie and Clora; however she was the first girl (who lived), and so everyone called her Sister. She was my aunt, my Mama’s older sister. In 1942, most women would have put Sister away in a nursing home or state school, but not my Grandma – she loved and cared for Sister until 1971 when the Lord took Grandma home.
Sister was born with mental retardation and physical disfigurements which included lobster claw hand deformities and a cleft lip & palate (my parents were able to have the cleft lip & palate fixed sometime in the late 70s). While Sister’s body grew to adult size over the years, her mental state remained that of an 18-month-old baby throughout her life.  She wore diapers from the day she was born until the day she died and never developed the capacity to walk.  She did, however, learn to crawl and pull herself up in a chair, she learned to show emotions by laughing, smiling, crying, and screaming, and she learned to say “Mama.”
I remember that sometime after Grandma died, Grandpa came to live with us – Mama, Daddy, me & my two sisters.  Mama had us three girls, ages 5, 3, and 1, plus Grandpa (who would often pass out unexpectantly) to care for, so Sister was placed in a nursing home nearby.  Mama went to visit her often, making sure she was cared for, but after Grandpa died in 1973, Sister came to live with us. (Over the years, we did have help from my aunt & uncle who took turns keeping Sister, too.)
The day Mama brought her home, she had a sore on her foot that was rotting her skin and muscle away. The nursing home had tied Sister to her rocking chair, which was tied to the doorknob in her room – these measures designed to keep Sister from crawling around and “bothering” other people in the home.  Sister didn’t know she was bothering other people any more than a baby would; she loved people.
My freshman year of high school, Sister went to the state home. I wish I could tell you that it was difficult for me without her there, but honestly as a teenager I was relieved that we would no longer have to endure the stares of strangers when we went shopping or to Astroworld or when my parents brought her to see me act in my high school’s theatre production of Guys & Dolls and she yelled out when she saw me. I no longer had to worry that I would need to change a diaper if Mama was sick (even though this was a very rare occurrence anyway). I wouldn’t have to give her a wide birth when she was angry and slapping everything within reach.
I didn’t realize at the time that I would also no longer hear her laughter, loud & uninhibited as only a young child can laugh. I didn’t realize I would no longer be able to sit in her lap and let her pat my head as if I was her baby doll. I didn’t realize the guilt Mama would feel for making the decision to place her in the state school. I didn’t realize how much resilience I had learned from all those years of people staring at us. I didn’t realize how I would regret not having appreciated the sacrifice Mama made, first taking care of Sister with three young daughters, then placing Sister in the state school so she could be there for her teenage daughters.
I hold a teaching certificate, a bachelor’s degree, and a master’s degree. I’ve traveled around the world. Yet I don’t believe I’ve ever done anything that rivals what Grandma and Mama did, taking care of Sister for 44 years.


Today I'm linking up with Cate and her challenge to blog every day in May.

9 comments:

Mariangeles M said...

Beautiful story :)

Jane said...

this brought tears to my eyes, what a wonderful story of family love

Karen said...

It's a moving story and worth sharing again.

Cheri said...

Your grandmother and mother did a wonderful thing caring for her as long as they could!

Sian said...

I remember your story and the impression it made on me then and I have truly enjoyed revisiting it with your very moving pictures too. One of the finest of all Storytelling Sunday stories!

Alison said...

I missed this first time around....so glad you chose it today xx

Cate Brickell said...

What a beautiful story. And the photos are such a treasure.

Becky said...

Extremely moving and how wonderful to have these photos of Sister now. I also missed this the first time around, so thank you for sharing it again x

Barbara Eads said...

What a beautiful story! Back in the "old days" many families put loved ones in a state home. I admire your grandmother and mom for making such a huge sacrifice---although they would have looked upon it as just doing what family does!