Mother
had the empathy of the oppressed. Being of Irish ancestry this is not
surprising. She had the ethics of care. Her values
were acquired from her father Johnnie, whose father came to the United States
in 1847—the height of the potato famine which was called the “Great Hunger”. During the famine more than one million Irish
starved to death. Queen Victoria
exhibited the cruelty of the British towards the Irish by exporting grain and
livestock from Ireland during this time.
She would not even let relief ships land at Ireland with food for those
starving Irish.
Mother’s actions reflected the standard definition of “Empathy:” which
is “the psychological identification with or vicarious experiencing of the
feelings, thoughts or attitudes of another.”
However, Mother’s actions reflected three ethical tenets all grounded in
empathy, these are: do not make fun of anyone, do not pick on anyone, and do
not leave anyone out. It seemed she felt
the responsibility to acknowledge the human value of every person. In our
society the “difference” of others is routinely used as a basis to pick on,
make fun of and leave out those who are different. It may be because of skin color. It may be
because of sexual orientation. It may be because of gender. It may be because
of the practice of a religion other than Christianity. Whatever the person’s difference it is used
as the justification for discriminating against that person. This indifference to difference is based on
fear--make someone afraid and you can get them to do all kinds of mean things.
Mother accepted the duty she had to others of hospitality.
Politicians
routinely exploit this tendency of picking on and making fun of people who are
different. The epitaph on the tombstone
of these politicians could read: “Here lies a man who dedicated his life to
picking on and making fun of persons who looked different than himself.” Kansas
politicians are at the forefront of this xenophobia now and they probably were
when we were growing up, so, possibly Mother protected us from them.
I
don’t know whether Mother knew of Terence, the Roman playwright, but she lived
by his words, “I am human: nothing human is alien to me.” You might say there
were not any African Americans nor any Muslims in Axtell nor any other persons
who live at the margins in our society and that is true, but greater diversity for
Mother would not have mattered. No
difference in a human would have been alien to her. And no difference would
have motivated her to pick on, make fun of or leave out that person.
In
1947 I was a freshman in high school. Mother was attracted to underdogs and Mohandas Gandhi was one such underdog. He employed nonviolent methods to resist
the British rule. India got its freedom
from British rule in August 1947. Mother spoke of him to me and she identified
with both his resistance as a subaltern and of his manner of resisting by
nonviolent means.
Mother’s
humility was revealed when she invoked Quaker sayings. She had several of these sayings, but the
only one I can remember is, “Everyone is a bit strange except thee and me and sometimes
I’m not so sure about thee." While her reciting this aphorism was an act
of humility, it was intended as a lesson for me. The lessons were typically brief, but even
though I can’t remember the context I believe the timing of the lesson was
important and appropriate.
At
times Mother uttered words of caution. One of these cautionary ideas was,,
“anticipation is greater than realization.” I wish I could remember what I was
anticipating when she said that, but I can’t. I can only imagine the countless times Mother
must have anticipated things and had her hopes betrayed. Life was not easy for
her.
One
empathy lesson Mother taught me was in the form of an anecdote about a little
nine year old girl who had just returned from a friend’s birthday party. Laura found her Mother in the kitchen. “Oh, Laura did you have a good time?” “Mom,
it was so much fun.” “Honey, what did you do?” “Well, we played games, and,
then Jennie opened her presents, she got so many gifts and she got such a
beautiful doll. And then her Mom brought out the cake with nine lighted candles
and Jennie blew out all the candles in one whiff.” Then Jennie made her wish. All
the while Mom had been peeling potatoes as she listened to her daughter and she
said, “Laura, I am so glad you had fun, anything else?” The smile faded from
Laura’s face and she got serious, she said, “Mom, a little girl fell off her
chair and everyone laughed but me.” Her Mom looked up as she sliced the potatoes
and said, “Well, why didn’t you laugh, Laura?” Laura looked sad as she said, “Because, Mom,
that little girl was me!”
Another
lesson came in 1947. I went from a
one-room country school, New Salem, to Axtell High School in town. The high school was a beautiful building and it
was built by the WPA, thanks to FDR. In my freshman year I would be going from
room to room being taught classes by a different teacher for each subject. When
I got home from signing up for classes Mother asked what subjects I would be
studying in my freshman year. I told her
each of the subjects and each of the teachers.
When she heard World History she said,, “Oh, Charles how wonderful that
will be. Edith Samuelson will teach
about Egypt and its Nile River, and its pyramids—how exciting. We had so little that I couldn’t have blamed
Mother if she had said, “Charles, why do you have to take that stuff it won’t
help you make good money in a job?” But she didn’t say that and her joy of
learning was one of the many legacies she left me.
Sometimes
just being with someone and seeing how they do things and sensing how they must
feel as they do things in the hard times presents a lesson you couldn’t learn
any other way. Mother was that someone
in the fall of 1941 when Daddy went to the Veteran’s Hospital in Leavenworth to
be diagnosed for and treated for pernicious anemia. I was eight years and I was just trying to be
a big boy and help Mother and not disappoint her. If things weren’t bad enough
the rain gods were vigilant in providing us with our daily supply of rain. The
pigs had great freedom as they went “slip sliding away” under the fence and
onto the road to play a game of “catch me if you can.” Sometimes Mother has
been criticized for being a “Stoic” implying a manner of emotional distance.
There was no dime store psychologist there to help us that fall and I can
assure you her being stoic helped us survive. I never heard a complaint from
her. She would have made Job hang his
head in shame.
Five
years later in the summer of 1946 when we lived in Frankfort Daddy was taken by
a disease that caused him to lose weight from 180 pounds to 135 pounds, the
disease was diagnosed as “worry” worry about a two-thousand dollar debt on an
eight-thousand dollar farm. Daddy spent
several months in the Veterans Hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska. Again it fell to
Mother to tend the farm. I was now “a
coming of age boy,” so, I was more help to Mother. Make no mistake though she was the person who
held things together and she did so with the same grace and patience as was the
case in 1941. Again, no complaints by her.
When
Uncle Donald and Aunt Edla or Aunt Viva and Uncle Perry would come from
Junction City for a Sunday afternoon visit I could tell how much they admired
and respected Mother. Although we were impressed
by them as they were all dressed up in fine clothes and they seemed so
sophisticated next to us, but none of that mattered because it was Mother’s
authenticity that put everything in the proper perspective. Fr.
Frank was at his best when he was around Mother. I could sense and observe the love between
them. The interaction towards Mother
that people had, was such that to experience it was like the country song says,
“Words just get in the way.”
I am sure
each of my sisters has her set of memories that will add to and enhance this
sketchy remembrance. This is especially
true for the period sometime after 1956 that Mother was an Angel of Mercy at
the Axtell Community Hospital. I would understand it if a person who did not
know Mother read these words and accused me of “idealizing” Mother’s many fine
qualities. She does sound too good to be true. However, contrariwise, some or all of my sisters may find that
the encomiums I have used are not generous enough.
As I experience these dreadful times in which a
dystopian society is now considered normal I wonder how Mother would
react. The seven deadly sins have always
been with us, but it is hard to imagine a time the sins are passed off as
virtues. When the venal man that is now
in the White House is put in this the highest position in the country it speaks
not only of his venality, but to the venality of those who put him there.
While Mother would be aghast and she would feel as
helpless as we do, she would not abandon her ethics--Geraldine’s Ethics of
Empathy.