ADDIE AND SISSIE
An original soft pastel painting by June Pauline Zent 24×30 inches
Today is my youngest daughter’s birthday. Her proper name is Adieren, pronounced a-dear-un. This name came about because when she was born it was her father’s turn to name the baby. He wanted to name her Adelaide and call her Ad but I vetoed that! He later said that he looked up a better name that was German: Adieren which meant dear one. I was a sucker for this kind of sentiment and she was tiny: under five pounds. The doctor said, “she is little but she sure is strong.” I quickly agreed. Later when Addie was in college she studied German and informed me that her name in the dictionary meant: to ad on. Just like her father! We never fought about anything, he would just go underground and get his way regardless. He passed away in 1985 so I couldn’t come after him but I would have and this would be our first fight!
By this time I loved the name anyway and today I am filled with gratitude and sweet memories of her. she met and married her fly boy Navy Commander and they have lived away from me ever since with only an occasional visit. Of all my six kids I always thought she would live near me and if Bill was not such a great guy I would wish that she did. But when you are in the Navy you go wherever they send you and she is wonderful in her devotion to him and their two girls.
But I remember the tiny reddish blond curls flying in the breeze as she sailed down the hill on her bike. I remember the floppy hat on top of those curls and the pins, buttons, and writing on it. I remember the miss matched outfits she insisted on wearing and the trails in the woods that she and her sister Holly made and played Robinhood. I remember her and Sissy running through the snow, then warming up in the house only to run again. I remember her as the official chicken egg hunter when the hens had the audacity to lay eggs in the bushes. She named them Miss Priss Pot, Miss Chicken Hen, and other names that I have forgotten. I remember when the kids on the school bus tried to take her lunch money she held up her first two fingers in a V shape and said, “How would you like to have this up your nose?” I remember all of the help that she gave me with Billy without being asked.
She was a fearless, smart and strong adventurer. Still is, and if she was here right now I would wrap her in my arms and tell her how lucky I feel that she is my daughter. Instead I can only say I hope that she has a wonderful day with her sister who traveled by train to be with her on this special day. Have fun and be careful. I love you both always.