Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Witness to the Life of Bernice B. Chattin

One day when I had been living completely out of my parent’s home for about 3 years, I called my Mom at work in the middle of the day. When she answered the phone
I said, “You are awful.”
Without missing a beat, she said, “ok, why?”
I replied, “because even though I live away from you and there’s absolutely no way you would know about most of my actions and decisions I still can’t do anything without thinking what would Mom say to that? Or how would Mom do that?
She then said, “ well that settles it.”
Settles what?
“I’ve done my job right.”
And she did, she got it right.
Mom carried the tool box, the checkbook, and Comet brand cleaner in our family. And she managed them all very well.
She didn’t just get it right, she wanted my brother and I to get it right as well. As a part of that mission, she had, as most mothers, certain sayings, to lead us through the pathways of life—

That’s right, I’m about to tell you what Mamma always said:
·      Mamma said:
·      Never get a job where you have to get by on your looks, but always look the best for the job.

  • ·      You have to know the rules before you can break them.
  • ·      Chin up.
  • ·      There’s always something new to learn.
  • ·      Can’t never could
  • ·      The two things no one will ever take away from you are your family and your education.
    • o  Get as much of both as you can
  • ·      Stand up straight—it’s good for you, and people will think you know what you’re doing
  • ·      Brush the back of your hair—you want to be your best coming and going
  • ·      When someone says thank you—the proper response is, “you’re welcome.”
  • ·      Family is family and family is everything.

Mom didn’t just say these things, Mom did them. She led by example.
When she said there’s always something new to learn, she led by example she took classes all her life. She learned bookkeeping, oil painting, quilting, Disciple studies, writing memoirs and much more. She wanted David and I to learn as well.  In addition to academics she encouraged us to take dance lessons, music lessons, to visit museums and see plays.
In addition to the arts and academics, Mom insisted that David and I learn “real life” skills too. A few of the things she wanted us to learn were:

  • ·      Perfectly iron our clothes
  • ·      Set a formal table and eat at a formal table
  • ·      Change a tire
  • ·      Sew a button and a hem
  • ·      Both of us learned how to tie a man’s tie
  • ·      In the 70’s made sure we both took typing classes at a time when there were no computers—she said we could type our own papers in college and always have an office job to fall back on…Little did she know that computer keyboarding would take over the world and we never skipped a beat when it did...
  • ·      Follow a recipe and cook a couple of basic meals
  • ·      Swim the length of the pool
  • ·      Write a Thank You note

The most important thing Mom taught us, by far, was that family is family and family is everything. In our core family, Mom was fierce. She could have taught mother tigers a thing or two about protecting her cubs.

However family, for Mom, was a very big word. And not just with my Daddy, brother, and me—with Mom, Family was a big word.
 Family means first every cousin and then cousins twice removed. It meant nieces and nephews, great-great nieces and nephews. Most people cannot even name their relations this far removed, much less visit with them and know all about their lives.
And then there was the family she claimed as family. Friends we’ve welcomed in to our homes since the over the decades up until she died who have visited with her and with us often enough to tell you the layout of our homes over the years and possibly even the softness of the mattresses.

Like Daddy, she’s been “right there” for many of you, yet not like Daddy at all. She didn’t officiate the weddings, funerals, and christenings but she made sure the reception went well, she was the first to hand you a tissue, a bobby pin, a safety pin, or an ink pen.
Always with style, always with grace, and always with a hug.

Mom wasn't just Mom, Mom was Bernice.
My step-son asked me once why I sometimes said Bernice and sometimes Mom. I explained that she was more than a Mom, she was a force of nature, she was fierce, she was a presence.
My brother David and I had a saying for when we were going to have to tackle something challenging get something done—whether it is was a petition, a fund raiser, a traffic ticket, a waiting list or a cause that needed to be championed—we’d say, “We’re going to have to go Bernice on it.”
Today is a celebration. We celebrate my Mom, we celebrate Bernice.
I’ll always know what she would say or how she would do it. We can all be inspired by the way she lived every day with her chin up. This settles it. She’s done her job right.
Amen

Monday, March 5, 2018

Today is Daddy's birthday

Birthdays in our family are celebrated for days, even months. We're so glad we were born. Smile. We just love celebrating. It's not uncommon for us to sing to ourselves or direct the "choir" as it sings to us.
This is the last time we celebrated Dad's birthday in Florida. 2007. I made cupcakes and served them on a Pineapple pedestal with ice cream.We do love cake and ice cream--smile.


Daddy's favorite version of the birthday song with names available for changing as occasion stipulates:

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to Daddy
Happy Birthday
God Bless You
Happy Birthday to Daddy

Click to read my witness to Daddy:  

Witness to the life of Norman S. Chattin



Witness for Norman Chattin, delivered January 5, 2018 at the Celebration of Life Service, Westminster Canterbury, Richmond, VA

On behalf of my mother and myself, thank you all for joining us to celebrate my Daddy’s life.  Daddy always said, “Funerals are for the living,” and we are honored and comforted by your presence.  

Pray with me please: Lord let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts together today be acceptable in thy sight oh Lord my strength and my redeemer. amen

Faith Family Education
My brother David and I grew up in a LOT of houses, but in only one home. That was the one with tomatoes growing in the back yard, our pictures on the wall, and plenty of food in the kitchen.
We heard that education is a top priority. “There are 3 things no one can ever take away from you. Your faith, your family, and your education.”
As for the education part—getting a library card in our family was almost as big of a deal as getting a driver’s license.

Off to camp and beyond
When I was eight, my library card led me to a book about sleep-away summer camp. There was this kid who went to camp and made all kinds of new friends and had great adventures and wow, I was convinced that I needed to go to summer camp and began writing away for applications.
After eliminating all the camps that would only take 9-year olds I came upon Camp Kittamaqund—a Girl Scout camp in North Thumberland County that would take 8-year-olds if they had completed the third grade.
Score! I had found my summer camp. I begged and pleaded and Mom and Daddy scraped up the money and I was going away to camp for 14 days.
As we packed me up with all the required and suggested items, Daddy would look in on me and say, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to…you can always change your mind.” I’d say okay, and quickly reassure him that I REALLY wanted to go.
The day they dropped me off, Daddy said, “You can always come home, if you want to come home for any reason, you just have them call and I’ll come get you.” I promised him I would call if I didn’t want to stay.
The first day of camp we had mail delivery. I was the only camper who got mail that first day and it came from Daddy. He said he missed me and don’t forget he’d come get me anytime I wanted to come home.
Every mail call after that I got a letter from Daddy, and not only Daddy, but from mom, aunts and cousins and neighbors and church members. He gave everyone my address and I received mail and canteen money and bookmarks and funny papers and homemade cookies.
I had a blast. I never once thought about going home until it was time to go home. When my parents arrived I ran gleefully into my their arms—covered in mud and grinning from ear to ear.
I went away to some type of summer camp every year after that until I finished high school. Every time I left Daddy told me all I had to do was have them call and he’d come get me. And while I was gone, he wrote to me every day.

         Off to College
When it was time to leave for college-- Daddy once again said I could change my mind at any point and stay home ( even though I was going to “the family school” --there was always community college)—and once again told me he would come get me any time. While I was at Randolph-Macon, he wrote to me at least once a week and often more. Whenever I called home from school and he answered the phone the first thing out of his mouth was, “do you need me to come get you?”
I was fearless in the world because I knew I could always go home. There were times that I did go home, more than once, without judgement or blame.
That was the foundation of my education about faith and family.

Back at home
I didn’t always learn from books either. I learned from people.
We like to say our family didn’t bring home stray animals, we brought home stray people.
 Over the years there were
·         kids from the Methodist Children’s Home,
·         younger family members starting out or returning from their personal journeys,
·         college presidents,
·         missionaries from Africa and India,
·         itinerant Christian actors from the covenant players
·         pregnant teenagers,
·         a traveling salesman from India who worked for a Hong Kong tailoring company,
·         lonely folks who had experienced loss,
·         wives escaping unhappy homes,
·         Vietnamese war refugees,
·         ministers thinking of joining the ministry or questioning if they should say in the ministry,
·         my grandmothers would come for a week or more,
·         couples wanting to be married,
·         various district superintendents,
·         even the Bishop once,
·         and as my brother and I got older we added to the mix by bringing home
·         foreign exchange students (Hong Kong, Japan, Italy, Holland, Canada and Buffalo, NY—which could have been as far away as France all things considered),
·         roommates,
·         fraternity brothers,
·         girlfriends,
·         boyfriends,
·         and my Mom’s personal favorite—the 6 member rock band I brought home one night (turns out one of them was the grandson of a United Methodist minister that Daddy knew…)

Daddy had a way with people and it spread into all our lives. He was a good preacher, but he was a great pastoral minister. He wasn’t one of those “scripture shouters.” He found a way to relate to folks that made them feel comfortable and accepted.

No one's perfect
Of course there were things he couldn’t do, and he was usually the first to tell you about them—
As he would say, he could not carry a tune in a bucket. That didn’t stop him from cheerfully singing along on family drives or in church (without a mike). He liked to say he knew all the words to two songs, “Pine Tree” and “Amen.” Those lyrics, in case you hadn’t guessed, were exactly the same as the title of the songs.
He couldn’t read a map and had no sense of direction.
He wasn’t an athlete, the only game he ever taught us was roll-a-bat which is a little like baseball but requires a lot less skill.
He wasn’t a carpenter or a mechanic.
And—he could not tell a joke. He loved jokes and always wanted to hear them but when he would start telling one he’d begin laughing so much that he’d miss the punchline.

Many Gifts
But he COULD get things done. . There was always an “ease” with the way Daddy did things.
He could have you volunteering for a task and halfway finished before you realized you were doing it. And by the time you did finish, you felt better about yourself than you ever imagined.
He could get in and out of places when others could not—Back when hospitals had super strict visiting hours my Daddy could get in and out any time.
Stores or restaurants that had closed would somehow let him in anyway.
He could visit anyone in jail and, on occasion could get an inmate released in time for Christmas with his family.
He found scholarships for students, spots in nursing homes, jobs for executives or waitresses and he always knew where to get the best hot dog in town.
Remember that Vietnamese refugee family I mentioned? After our church had sponsored the family and helped get them settled in a home Daddy worked unceasingly to find one of their sons who was not with his parents when Hanoi fell. He found him, got him out of a camp in California and brought him to Virginia. The joy on their faces when they were reunited was indescribable.
Daddy loved to garden. Every home he ever lived in had flowers in the front yard and tomato plants in the back. He even grew flowers and tomatoes right here at Westminster in the resident gardens.
Yes, there were things he couldn’t do, but he was magnificent with what he could do. 

Faith and family and education.
He had priorities, he lived those priorities, and he did with ease, with joy, and with grace.

I'll keep going
I know there is a heaven,. I know my Daddy is there.

I don’t know a lot about it. I don't exactly know how to get there.

I am certain however, that if I find myself struggling, Daddy will come get me.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Starting Somewhere

“You have to start somewhere.” Here’s the somewhere I’m starting.

 Details of my departure
My brother died. I had no idea I would grieve for this long. I managed his meager but complex estate which took up a chunk of time as well as continuing to work through my grief.  He died in November of 2014.

I don’t keep a blog to make money. I tried to do it a bit in the past and it was too tricky for me to write and link and place ads and so on… I don’t edit my photos either. I’d rather be making art than creating a blog of perfection.

I lost my website. All 300+ pages. If everything that has ever been on the internet is still on the internet—would someone please find mine? I am relieved in some ways, but overwhelmed by putting it back up. 

I'm scheduling some posts ahead, so there is possibility of consistency for the next few weeks. 

David, me, and Sir Henry during our first summer with 
David (2011) in Florida. We loved eating tuna salad made with
our cousin Faye's homemade pickles.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Thankful

Every single day I express my gratitude for at least three of the many joys of my life. While I hesitate to make commitments like "I'm now going to blog these every day in 4-part harmony with flashing lights, glitter, footnotes and drum rolls." I am writing today and showing a digitally enhanced photo (credit designerdigitals.com) of one of my blessings:


I am grateful that I have amazing neighbors on my street. I am blessed to have the two sisters next door be frequent visitors in my home where we make crafts, cook food, watch movies, and launch adventures together. This is the photo taken before we left together for church on Halloween Sunday 2012.

Added bonus: I'm glad I have a church family that celebrates the wonder and fellowship of Halloween.


Update 5.19.2014 Jade turned 13 last week!

We celebrated her entry into the teenage years with a family night dinner. We prayed together over our meal with gratitude for family and neighbors and good food.

Decorations were my digi-art using www.deviantscrap.com designers along with the dolly's eye which Jade drew this year and I photo-shopped into the poster.



Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Image Overload--Home from Virginia















Yikes, I'm away for a few days and apparently there were massive technical advancements because I hate to admit that I could forget so much in so little time....I train people constantly to write their blog posts in Word and then copy and paste. Did I do that this time? Of course not. Did I lose a post that took 45 minutes to compose? You bet I did! -growl-







Short synopsis from memory:




  • Loved visiting family and attending reunion. See photo link below for more.


  • Such a funny experience to look around a room full of people at a party, think you know someone, and then realize you know them all from 25 years ago....


  • Indicators were amazing, apparently musical talent holds up as well as college degrees.


  • Publishing two "before" photos that match one "after" photo and then a photo from the band because I loved them. More photos on my web site: http://www.nachattin.com/VAtrip1008.html

  • Also NEW on the homepage--a blog feed is there now for easy viewing. You will still have to come here for archived portions, but the latest posts with active links are there.

  • Coming soon to this very blog: More creative arts and adventures with Norma Anne & Henry. My pups are each nestled against on of my feet as I type. I'm glad I got to go and even happier to be home. I'll be posting topics like invitations, holiday cards, and, of course, more wedding and honeymoon scrapbook pages.

  • There are so many old friends that I connected with or reconnected with and I'm truly grateful. Please email me and stay in touch. I really meant it when I invited you to visit us--we truly love having old friends come and stay a while.

  • From my brother to Bridget and Sharon to Gary and and Charlotte to Dr Bob to the Intrepid Andrew Cain and the others I didn't see (yes, I even mean you and I do remember you), please know that I couldn't walk across the campus without thinking of you and smiling.
  • To Linda Gibson--you are a star in my life dear woman, thanks for getting in touch.
  • Oh, and by the way, I did yell to bring back Jim McGuire, but it's just not the same with only one voice....smile.