I recently decided — aka last week — that I should write something a little different on Sundays. Something with more meaning than a novel can hope to possess. A person’s life. A real human being who lived and loved and then said farewell to the ones she loved. She said farewell to me. Martha Fern Stutz was my maternal grandma. She lived on the family farm two miles from where I grew up and I spent a lot of time between those two wonderful specks on the earth. She passed away ten years ago in January. It doesn’t feel near that long ago.
As I’ve started researching, or “phoning Mom”, it’s amazing the little things I never knew, or thought about before:
It is hard to say how concerned 33 year-old Joseph Reuben Stutz, and 29 year-old Clara McLean Coombs were with world events, on July 19th, 1914 in the small hamlet of Leavitt near Alberta’s Rocky Mountains, as they welcomed their fourth child. In Alberta, the first great wave of immigration that had spanned that last twenty years was coming to a close, and in exactly nine days the world would charge headfirst into World War I.
Fern, (as she disliked the name Martha and so went by her middle name) came into the world with the help of the local midwife “Grandma Baker” who became legendary for the hundreds and hundreds of babies she birthed without losing any of them or their mothers.
Martha Fern is the adorable girl in the middle:
I look forward to more Sunday evenings delving into this wonderful life that has affected mine so greatly. I’ll share a few of the most exciting tidbits here 🙂
4 thoughts on “Martha Fern–So much I never knew!”
Thank you so much! I love your grandma and grandpa. They have been a tremendous in my life!
They were both amazing and I really want their story to be told 🙂
this is amazing. Love you for doing this. I spend many days there while mom was so sick. I miss gramma like crazy.
I’m so glad you’re enjoying it. Stay tuned. I miss her like crazy, as well!