Doris Jean Barnes Hawkins
She was a plain-spoken,
down-to-earth woman. If her tiny stature
caused some to view her as demure, they were deceived, for she was a woman of
fantastic strength, a forthright person who always spoke her mind, a hard
working woman who was not about to be defeated or dehumanized. Doris Jean, or “Mimi” as she was affectionately
called by her family, was one of those persons whose presence made a difference
in ways that matter.
She was the kind of woman whom
others sought out when they needed not only someone who would listen but
someone who would understand, expressing her opinion only when she was sure you
were ready to hear it. While she rarely
asked help for herself, she was always among the first responders in the
neighborhood to recognize when others needed help and to act in practical
ways.
Sometimes those practical ways
included gifts of homemade baked pies, chocolate cakes with caramel icing, and
cookies. Sometimes it was her quiet,
reassuring presence simply being there ready to lend a hand.
A giver at heart, she wouldn’t ask
for help when such would have been beneficial, but instead resorted to her own
ways of coping. In her seventies, the
Hawkins’ boys tried to hire help to mow the lawn, but when the lawn service
arrived, she wouldn’t let the mowing equipment be unloaded, insisting she could
take care of her own lawn. When the
kitchen sink wouldn’t drain, she said nothing and resorted to washing the
dishes in the bathroom. (There was an
automatic dish washer in the kitchen, but that was where she stashed all the
baked goodies she made to keep her family from eating them—some secret hiding
place—that’s the first place the grandkids looked when they came by to hang out.) So without a kitchen sink and a dishwasher
available, at a time when her husband was struggling with overwhelming illness,
unable to do any repair work, dishes were being washed in the bathroom. Had her husband, “Poppy,” not “spilled the
beans” about what Mimi was doing, that kitchen sink might still be clogged up. One of her sons, Gary, was driving past his
mom’s house and there she was, a woman in her seventies, on the roof smearing
tar to take care of some leaks. It’s a
wonder she wasn’t using duct tape to stop those leaks, because that’s what she
used to fix nearly everything else, even her sunglasses.
Doris and her husband, William, were
partners in everything, even in business.
They jointly owned the Reliable Express Trucking Company; he was the head
mechanic and she was the CEO, handling all the administrative and financial
details of running a business, and sometimes she was the extra set of hands her
husband needed in the garage, mostly at night when the other employees had gone. Rosy the Riveter would have found her match
in Mimi the Mechanic. Mind you, this was
in addition to raising a family of three boys.
One has to marvel at how Mimi and Poppy could combine both business and
family roles without caving into chaos.
Yet one neighbor was overheard referring to the Hawkins’ household as a
place where three boys who became successful themselves were raised by two
happy parents. Amazing!
The happy Hawkins home actually was
a gathering place for others beyond the family.
Many of Gary, Eddie and Bill’s friends found a second home at the
Hawkins’ abode, a safe place to hang-out in an atmosphere of genuine welcome
and warmth. Most of the time, that
is. One time a friend, named Dave, was
banished from the home for an entire week.
He and Bill made the mistake of staying out past curfew, and when they
finally returned, Doris, who was convinced that her boys could do no wrong,
blamed Dave, even though Bill was the one driving the car, and told him not to
come back for a week. The week passed,
and Dave did return, and everything was restored to normal.
Doris found much delight in active
and social pursuits. She belonged to a
bowling league and a canasta club. She
followed the Pirates and the NASCAR races.
One time when she was driving the Corvette, the person riding in the car
with Doris became alarmed at how fast she was going. When asked to slow down, she asked why—the
car was only going 30. She was reading
the tachometer. Barney Oldfield had been
outdone that day.
So
many wonderful memories of a beautiful life lived; so much for which to be
grateful. The family gatherings on
Friday evenings after the boys had grown and begun their own families, the many
luscious desserts, even the small cinnamon pinwheels whenever pies were made,
the many greeting cards and other clippings stored away in nooks and crannies
around the house, remembrances of appreciation from children and grandchildren
over the years. So many cherished
memories! One of the sons expressed it
this way: “They gave us a lot; they went without for us boys.” What a fitting tribute to a worthy Mom and
Dad!
Among
the clippings that Doris saved are two items that reveal much about who she
was. One is a very old children’s Bible
lesson picture card containing the gospel passage that Andrew read for us
earlier, a lesson having to do with those hoity-toity folk who assume the
places of honor in any gathering.
Obviously Doris didn’t think much of people who push their way ahead of
others.
The other piece carried something of
the same lesson and is entitled “What Is Class?”:
“Class never runs scared. It is sure-footed and confident in the
knowledge that you can meet life head on and handle whatever comes along.
“Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from past
mistakes.
“Class is considerate of others. It knows that good manners are nothing more
than a series of small sacrifices.
“Class bespeaks an aristocracy that has nothing to do
with ancestors or money. The most
affluent blue-blood can be totally without class while the descendant of a
Welsh miner may ooze class from every pore.
“Class never tries to build itself up by tearing
others down. Class is already up and
need not strive to look better by making others look worse.
“Class can ‘walk with kings and keep its virtue and
talk with crowds and keep the common touch.’
Everyone is comfortable with the person who has class because he is
comfortable with himself.
“If you have class you don’t need much of anything
else. If you don’t have it, no matter
what else you have, it doesn’t make much difference.”
Sort of sounds like Doris herself,
doesn’t it? Never one to assume pride of
place or station in life, she was a woman whose skill in managing detail and
whose care for others created a climate where people could become the best they
knew how to be. She was a take charge
kind of person, but that attribute was always directed to others’ well-being.
The last few years of her life
brought difficult physical impairments that meant she needed to be in a place
where she could receive specialized medical care. Then the day came when her situation
deteriorated quickly, and the family was called in to be with her. Sometimes we find it very difficult to accept
what is happening to our loved ones.
During those last hours, family members were encouraging her to eat, but
she just didn’t feel like it. One of the
family even said, “You made us eat all the time!” as if to suggest it was okay
to do the same to her. As loving
families are wont to do, they were trying to stave off the inevitable, fussing
over their Mom. Finally, Doris shouted, “Sit
Down and Shut Up!” And a few hours
later, she quietly slipped away.
Ancient Church tradition says that
when a person is in extremis or dying, it’s very important to pay close
attention to what he or she says, because in that stage of life it was believed
that the individual was as close to God as one can be on this side of
life. “Sit Down and Shut Up!” It’s true, isn’t it? There are times when the best we can do is to
be still and simply be present. Doris
did that for so many others, and her final word says that when all else is finished,
silence and loving presence are all that is needed. And she was surrounded by that kind of
love. Thanks be to God.
PRAYER
Eternal and gracious God, in death
you hold us in life. When life ends you
bring us to new beginnings.
We thank you for Doris Jean Barnes
Hawkins, and for all the qualities in her life that fulfilled your purpose for
her, and that made life richer because of her having lived. We thank you for her commitment to family,
friends and the larger community. We
thank you for her courage, persistence and straightforwardness in facing the
obstacles that life sent her way. For
love given and love received, for defeats mastered and tasks well done, for
faithful friendship, for the class and graces of soul and character that
endeared Doris to those who knew her, we speak our deep gratitude.
Grateful for this life you have
given us, help us now as we now must take our leave of her earthly
remains. We give her not to death but to
You, who being the Lord of Life are the Lord of death as well. Help us to know that Doris and all whose
faces we see no more are in your care and keeping.
And draw those of us who remain in
this life closer to one another, make us faithful to serve one another, and
give us to know that peace and joy which is eternal life. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.