The crisp winter sun warmed a living room filled with
grown nieces, nephews, greats and grands, and a tree brightly gleaming for an
early Christmas with Aunt Pat’s family. One by one the children opened
their gifts with joyous shouts, the adults chimed in as gift by gift opened to
surprises. Pat laughed and
continued to direct who would open the next gift. We loved her skills at
directing the chaos of Christmas, a classroom, or a school filled with
teachers, children, and parents. Pat took charge.
Her golfing friends from Prairie Dunes lovingly nicknamed her Madam
President and Lemmon Drop. When she'd hug someone she admired she might say with a giggle,
"I bet you've never been squeezed by a lemon before." She loved
it when we teased her because she understand that we knew her deep down
inside. We knew she loved children; she loved life; she loved organizing
people. Her commitment to Civic Duty in Hutchinson, Ks made a positive impact
for many.
More than anything she loved to play golf and bring friends to Prairie Dunes. As the sometimes self-appointed greeter for generations of people coming through the doors of her beloved golf course, Pat beamed with pride. She was never short on her opinions. One of her proudest achievements in golf came when she won the Jeanine Washburn trophy in 2003 and 2009. It had been her idea to celebrate her friend, Jeanine, by creating a trophy for the Senior woman who played the best in the annual City Tournament.
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| Trudy, Pat, Letty, Doris, Manon, LeeAnn, Pat Lemmon 2003 |
Putting was her favorite part of playing golf, and she secretly carried on conversations with the original designer of Prairie Dunes, Perry Maxwell, about the dastardly breaks and nuances of the greens. When her golf ball rolled in the hole you could see her blue eyes sparkle in delight. However, her golf ball sometimes went sideways instead of straight ahead, causing much laughter by those of us in her group. One time she hit the ball on the heel of the club causing the ball to eject behind her on the left side. In a heartbeat Trudy and I leaped skywards avoiding a sharp blow from the golf ball. As we stood stunned Pat merely looked at us and asked, “Why were you standing there?” Why explain that we thought standing behind someone and a few yards up was generally a safe place to be! After stunned silence there was laughter, and with Lemmon Drop you could count on her high pitch laughter.
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| Ike, Pat Lemmon, Sonja. Book Club dinner |
At book club she regularly had a point to make. When we heard her words, "Now I have something to say." We all turned. She waited until the room was silent, then with her strict teacher/principal look she’d hold the book up for us to see and state her mind. We might have disputed her opinion from time to time, but we remained focused on her when she spoke. Madam President knew how to control the situation.
That early December afternoon after kisses and hugs had gone round the
room for thanks and love, her niece Susan stood up to bring in the fudge that
Pat especially loved. Within the moment, Pat Lemmon, my friend, a woman
respected by thousands, closed her eyes and slumped in the chair. A massive ischemic stroke had closed her eyes forever.
I wasn’t there but I can only imagine the beauty of her smile and the
gentle touch from heaven above. She never regained consciousness and died
one week later. Oh, what a way to go.
How ironic, that her death found a way to lift my spirits and belief in
the almighty’s timing. We are watching my mother-in-law travel the long
painful road to heaven, and our hearts break each day as we see her life
slowly fading away. “Why,' I’ve cried to God so many times, “Why
does my mother-in-law have to struggle and suffer this long slow aging
process.” After hearing that Pat Lemmon, was uplifted in such peace and
glory, like The Little Match Girl, I realized the truth in these
words from Ecclesiastes 3:
To
everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven;
A
time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that
which is planted;
A
time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A
time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
Thanks for the memories Madam President.
