My mother was born 5 March 1927 to Shirley "Trip" Greene Triplett and Lenoir Inez Leonard Triplett, in Madera, Madera, California, at home. The family lived for many years until her father changed jobs in the 1940s, to Fresno California.
In the 1930's during the Great Depression, Mom and her mother would go shopping for whatever they needed. Sometimes, Mom would see something and tell her mom she wanted "that". Her mother would tell her - "No. Daddy needs the money for the business."
She went to Roosevelt High School in Fresno. She played the xylophone in the marching band.
After World War, she married Richard Gordon Hazelton who she might have met at school. They were not married for more than 2 years, when my Mom moved back into her parents house and filed for divorce due to "Extreme Cruelty".
When I was 14 years old she and I were cleaning out a drawer I found the divorce papers. I asked "Why did you marry him?" Her response was "I don't know." I don't think she like me finding the papers.
Apparently they got married and then toured the Midwest, taking pictures of - now - long dead relatives. After the trip, Richard wanted to move back to Wisconsin - his home state. My Mom said know. I get the feeling that he beat her up, which caused her to move home to live with her parents.
I know she worked for PG&E. During that time she used her check to buy a set of china "Solitaire" for herself and another for her mother. She also bought place settings for eating.
She met my Dad at PG&E early in 1950 and became engaged that next summer.
They were married and moved into her apartment. They started to build the Vagedes house in Fresno and took pictures of the process.
Mom and Dad were able to move into the Vagedes house in January 1951. Apparently it was raining "Cats and Dogs" causing the movers to wear boots to slosh through the mud.
Mom worked at PG&E until I was in grammar school. She ended up turning down a transfer to someplace south of Fresno which would have made her drive the 99 Hi-way during the winter when the Tule Fog would be very bad.
At that point she quit and went to work for McMurphy's as a secretary. This was a land surveying firm.
They stayed at the Vagedes house for nearly 30 years until they sold it and moved to Clovis California, across the old Clovis High School.
I don't remember how long she worked there, but she ended up working for PortaTool. This was a self started company that manufactured - I think - they built ball bearing tools for car engines. Mom worked there for probably 10-15 years. Eventually the firm was sold - I think- General Motors.
They stayed at that house for nearly 40 years until they sold it and moved to Clovis California, across the old Clovis High School.
It was a condo complex that had an atrium. It was also right next to the pool, which delighted their grandson.
They stayed at the condo until about 2002 when they moved to Santa Maria California to be near their grandchildren. It was in a "triple wide" fairly immovable modular home. They were within 2 miles of their grandsons.
2 years later they moved to the Rocky Mountains with their daughter's family. Their new home was 4200 sq ft, with a 3 car garage. While they were living there they helped to improved the home. They bought a Subaru so they can transport their grandsons safely.
Mom lived in the house until the last 11 hours of her life. She had started to fall 8-10 a day and went to an orthopedist. She had a total knee place under general anesthesia. Her spine was so fused together, the anesthesiologist could not place a spinal. The orthopedist was not pleased that her daughter said do a general, as I knew she wouldn't be happy being confined to a wheel chair.
After 2 weeks she woke and started to walk with a walker. She then spent 3 months in a rehab wing at a local nursing home. She was home by Christmas.
In June of 2019 she spent a week on antibiotics IV, and then came home. I think that infection and treatment was too much. She gradually went downhill, necessitating her to sleep on the floor under light sedation. I had to call 911 and Hospice 3-4 times due to her falling after getting out of be. We had placed a bed alarm under her in bed and sometimes Brian and I could get to her before she fell.
On Saturday February 23rd 2019, her blood pressure was lower and she wasn't responding. I did not look at her feet.
I called hospice and told the nurse Heaven, what was going on and that I didn't look at her feet as I knew they would be black. Heaven came and called for transport to Central Wyoming Hospice.
Brian and I stayed with her until 2000 that night. I told her "Good night" and "I will see you on the other side."
I went home and went to sleep pretty much as soon as I hit the bed. I woke up at 2300 and said "Mom"?
Ten minutes later Hospice called me and told me she had died at 2300.
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