Well – I am cleaning up my hard drive and found this poem that I wrote in honor of my Vovo for her memorial service. I had forgot about the title.
So to honor one Modern Lady to another . . .
A Modern Life…
by Julia Marie Day
I was a modern child…
I have seen the old country – the small farm house with the dirt floors.
I was drawn to the to the excitement of the new world;
I was a modern girl…
I was not passive about my lot in life.
I did not have to accept all that was given,
but instead, sought out the best life had to offer
I was a modern woman…
I fell in love with a handsome young musician.
I would blush at that smile of his,
the one that made me tingle.
I was a modern wife…
I helped support my husband and my family.
I worked long days,
I had a career that my children were proud of.
I was a modern mother…
I knew what was best for my children,
I knew that they had to discover life for themselves;
just as I had.
I was a modern grandmother…
I helped my grandchildren expand their experience and their minds,
I gave them wisdom through stories of my youth;
not by telling them “no”.
I was a modern great-grandmother…
I delighted in seeing my grandchildren bear heirs.
I was blessed with their small words of
She was indeed a modern lady…
Her time was one that we can only dream about.
Just imagine having come to America, lived through two wars and a depression,
and experienced a woman’s right to vote.
She was a loving matriarch…
She was our Friend, our Mother, and our Vovo;
Her heart was sincere and her love for each of us was dear.
For she left you always with a pat on the hand and said,
“All the best to you, all the best to you my dear.”