Mommie, Grand Mommie

Marie T. Palmer

April 10th, 1920 - March 18th, 2009

This site celebrates the life and families of Marie Kendall Tarleton. Born April 10th, 1920 to Charles Tarleton and Willie Humphrey. She was preceded in death by her parents and her sister Virginia Jardine. She is survived by her brother Charles Tarleton of Weslaco, TX and her children Virginia Schrang  of New Orleans, LA; Carol Majersky (and Mike) of Avon Park FL; and John Thompson (and Rosemary) of Bulverde, TX. She is also survived by 11 grandchildren (Vickie, Laurie, Bob, Lea, Mike, Veronica, Mike Jr., Laura, Amy Jo, Michelle, and Jack) and their spouses; 19 great-grandchildren, and their spouses; and 9 great-great-grandchildren. Also, 4 nephews and 2 nieces along with their sizable families. And, of course, her square dance, round dance, and clogging families.

Marie had been battling COPD and CHF for some time. The progression of these conditions caused her to be hospitalized on the 8th of March.  She got to the point that her body could not rid itself of the extra CO2. She opted to discontinue machine treatments. We were able to get her home to her own bed where she visibly relaxed immediately. She was without pain and without panic. Within a few hours of returning home, she went to sleep for good.

A celebration of her life will be held on Sunday, March 22, 2009, for her friends and family in the Dallas area at Retirement Inn, 2920 Forest Lane, Dallas, TX 75234, from 1:00-3:30 p.m. in the Dining Hall.  A celebration with her friends in San Antonio will be held at a soon-to-be determined date and time.

The family requests that, in lieu of flowers, a donation in her name be made to Camp Esperanza or a charity of your choice.

It will be a few days before we can scan the photos that show the various times of her life. Until then, we invite you to visit her page on facebook and leave a comment on her life as it intertwined with yours.


Mommie at 16

Sent to me by a friend in San Antonio.

The young mother set her foot on the path of life.

"Is this the long way?" asked the young mother as she set her foot on the path of life. And the Guide said:

"Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young mother cried,

"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms. The children said,

"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,

"A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,

"Mother, we could not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years. The mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said:

"This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And Mother said,

"I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them." And the children said,

"You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said,

"We cannot see her, but she is with us still."

A mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day.

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows through in every emotion - happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow - and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space - not even death!

~ Written for Good Housekeeping Magazine in 1933 by Temple Bailey ~

Thanks to Ivy Kenneally for this item. It fits to a tee.