Shirley was a dear mother-in-law. She and I had a lot of good laughs all those many years ago and it was nice having her as a next door neighbor too. I remember the first time I met her, she was boiling chicken feet for the family for lunch--I was both horrified and in awe (I could go on and on about all the varieties of meat Jim and Shirley had in their freezer)! I also remember seeing Shirley easily drive a tractor--something I'd never seen a woman do before. I was impressed! Another favorite memory was watching Jim and Shirley laughing and dancing to the Beach Boys in the basement--they were pretty darn good! And although they divorced later, they did have some good times together.
Shirley grew up in town but handled the trials and isolation of being a farm wife better than most other city girls moving to the country could, including myself. She was a very hard worker and I learned so many things from her: how to properly mow a lawn, how to play bid euchre, interior decoration and maintenance of a home, what Memorial Day is really all about, the Becicka/Pospishil and Homme/Wise geneaology, taking care of and looking out for elderly family members (i.e., Ferne and Stella), and making tough, unpopular decisions to be happy. Some things that always brought Shirley joy were Marty Robbin's music,Tulip Time in Pella, visits with family, her pets: Thor, Tippy, Pee Wee, Coco, and countless others, and of course her grandchildren.
I will never forget her.