Thursday, September 1, 2011

Lillian Pierson Warren, My Mother, On Her Birthday

Lillian Pierson as a Toddler
My mother died in 1997. She had lived 39 years with only one lobe of one lung and raised two children. (She lived almost 65 years total.) She had 6 grandchildren when she died and she is missed greatly by all of us. She lived five years beyond what her doctor predicted, but hey, she lived beyond what anyone expected her to live back in 1958 when she was first diagnosed with TB. For someone who could barely draw a breath, she was very active, had a great sense of humor, was well read, and seemed to know everything.

She was tough and survived many heartaches and illnesses, but yet, almost always seemed to have a smile on her face, except at Christmas. She seemed depressed at Christmas time. I can't ever remember seeing her cry. I think I heard her crying in her room once, but when she came out, she smiled sweetly at me.

I remember another time getting her a yellow gold head scarf with my own money for one Mother's Day. I loved that color(one of my favorites,) but my mother was more at home in blues,pinks and pastels. It wasn't a flattering color for her (I don't think I ever saw her wear yellow.)I was thinking of my favorite color instead of hers (blue.) She still said she loved it and put it in her special drawer with the jewelry she kept but didn't wear. She'd get it out and admire it in front of me and I'd be satisfied.

I'm taking a few liberties here (and there's no one to dispute my answers) but here's what Lillian might say if she were the featured kid today on my When I Was Just a Kid blog (and I heard these stories many times):

Childhood Ambition: To be a librarian or a teacher and to also get married and have many children.I love children and really wanted to be a mother. I lost five children before I was able to have Crystal, right before I turned 30.

Fondest Memory: When my sister Mayme, who was 13 months older than I was, and I were little girls someone gave us a doll for Christmas.We had to share her, but it was so nice having something like that for Christmas.Mayme was my closest friend.I was also close to my sister, Adeline and brothers, Don and Grant.

I also loved it when someone in the house had a birthday. My mother would make a huge deal about it by making a crown for the birthday child, singing to him or her, and making special treats to eat all day--allowing the child to pick whatever they wanted. That person was King or Queen of the Day. It was so much fun.

I also loved it when she made lefse.

Proudest Moment: When I had my daughter, Crystal, and my son, Ricky. But that was when I was an adult. I was proud of my heritage and family, as a child, and of how I could take care of myself and the animals. I was proud of being able to draw pictures and read.

Biggest Challenge as a child or teen: When I was 5 years old, my mother died from TB. I was scared, but was told not to cry by my older sisters. I was afraid to go in where my mother was laid out on the bed and wouldn't go in there after the funeral. I was the youngest girl of five children that my mother had (I had five older half-siblings who were either living on their own, or getting ready to leave home.) My little brother was a baby of two and he went to live with one of the older sisters, so he was taken from us. My father had a farm to run and all of these little kids. He was in much grief--it was the second time a wife had died and left him with children to raise alone.He was 22 years older than she was.

She died in January, and my birthday was in September. When my birthday came, I went to the table and sat down. My older sister who was staying with us (she was a teen) looked harshly at me and said, "And just what do you think you're doing?"

I replied, "It's my birthday. I want oatmeal for breakfast." I fully expected my mother's tradition on birthdays to be carried on.

She glared at me, grabbed my arm and yanked me up to my feet. "Well, you might as well get used to being a big girl now on your birthday. You get your own breakfast. There will be no more birthdays. Today you grow up."

So, I grew up when I was 6-years-old. It was a cruel reality of what was to be for the next 12 years, and really, for the rest of my life. I really never remember being a child. I worked as hard as a man on the farm, and also had to keep house. I was the last child to leave home, though I did go four years to a private Christian academy for high school.
Lillian in the TB hospital in Ft. Wayne, IN

My First Job: Working on the farm and all of us had chores to do from the smallest (me) to the oldest. (The youngest boy,baby Don, was sent to live with my older married sister when our mother died, until he was old enough for my father to take care of him.) 

My favorite time of the year was lambing season. Almost always there would be a lamb or two who didn't have a mother, and I'd take care of them. We worked from sun up to sun down in the harsh elements of Minnesota, but always took Sabbath off from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday (though we took care of the animals every day and still did our chores.) We lived so far out in the sticks, as kids, whenever someone came up to the house, we'd run and hide because we were so shy! But we had lots of fun playing and making up games while we did our chores and work.

My second job was when I went to the academy at 14. I worked in the library. Loved the library. I also was a secretary at 18. I wrote in my boss' ledgers as she wouldn't allow anyone else to do it. She was extremely demanding, and I couldn't even leave an i undotted. She was a woman and an attorney, and I didn't realize how unusual that was at the time. She taught me quite a lot.

I also was a nurse's assistant in the nursery at the hospital at 19. I loved that job, bathing the babies and wrapping them tight, holding them. Nothing was more satisfying, except for being a mother myself,than that job.

Childhood indulgence: We didn't really get many "indulgences." Since we were in a family which worshiped on Saturday (Sabbath) and were strict about our diet, too, plus were living on a farm,our indulgences came in the form of reading. I spent a lot of my spare time reading. 

I loved to spend time outdoors, too, and watched all of the wildlife that thrived around the Lake of the Woods. One thing I do remember is making games out of daily life. We laughed a lot. 

One of the things I remember was sneaking into Papa's room while he slept to play tricks and listen to him talk in his sleep.
"Papa" Aaron Pierson on the left and his brother, Oscar, on the right who died in barn fire
He would talk in his sleep and his language was Swedish in his sleep. We were not allowed to speak Swedish at home, only English, so unless we were visiting a relative, I didn't speak it, just understood it. We would giggle and laugh, and once we brought in a bucket of cold water to stick his hand in. I'm sure he was awake, now that I am older and realize it, but back then I thought we were playing a good trick on him. He didn't even move when we plunged his hand in that water! And doggone it, he didn't do what we were told would happen if you put a sleeping person's hand in cold water. (Do you know what that was?? ha!) We were pretty pesky kids.

And he was rather indulgent of us, considering how cruel his father had been. He broke that cycle of abuse--and was a good man who loved the Lord--and he was our Papa. He had a great sense of humor. He was always giving us riddles, math problems, or telling us stories. I can tell the best stories that he told us!

Favorite Childhood Movie: Our religion forbade us to go to movies. I had never seen a movie until I was 19 years old when I left home and came to Indiana. I enjoyed seeing movies so much, I watched many, many movies after that. I particularly loved historical movies, like Gone with the Wind.

The illustration is from Girl of the Limberlost, and was done by
Wladyslaw T. Benda. (now that's a name!)
Favorite Childhood Book: A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton Porter. I imagined I was Elnora and thought the Limberlost must be a wonderful place. When I grew up, I lived within a few miles of the real Limberlost that Gene Porter wrote about. I loved Indiana and continued to spend a lot of time outdoors, fishing, gardening, observing nature and going to Indiana state parks.

All the Pierson children gathered at Papa's funeral in 1953
(Lillian) I am fourth from the left and Merlin is in the center of the brothers
The sister who told me "grow up" on my 6th birthday is to my right(your left.) When I grew up, I forgave her because her mother had died when she was young and she was having her own growing pains.
Mayme, my best friend/sister, is the last one on the right of the second row.
One sister is missing from this photo because her husband made her leave immediately

Childhood hero: My older half-brother, Merlin, who was a pastor. He was in the first family and his mother died when he was a boy. He was married by the time I came along, but was kind and loving. I was my father's 10th child and the fourth child of my father's second wife. My mother and her mother had taken care of the children from Papa's first marriage when his first wife died. My mother, Anna, allowed the older children from that marriage to name me. They had a baby sister who was the youngest of their family (the first family) and her name was Lillian Arlene Pierson--and that's exactly the name they gave me. She had died as a baby. It was really weird seeing my name on a tombstone next to their mother.

So, anyway, Merlin, was always kind to us, and particularly to me, or so I thought. He'd sit with me and draw pictures with me. I would do anything to please to him. One time I decided to draw a picture of the barnyard, so I was watching the chickens peck and cluck, and I drew them. I noticed that they were also making droppings as they went along, so I drew that into my picture, as well. I thought I was being particularly clever to include so much detail, and my, wouldn't my brother, Merlin, think I was great? He asked me about my picture, and I'm explaining in minute details about those chickens. He got this frown on his face, and told me I mustn't draw things like that--it wasn't a good thing to do. I was just crushed, as he was never displeased with me. It was a heartbreaking moment for me, but I loved him fiercely all the same.

When I was grown up and had children of my own, I saw him and his family less and less. He had two sons, one of whom was very ill and died as a child, and a daughter named Gwen, who was just a little older than my own daughter. He and his wife had a busy ministry in Minnesota. Where my brother lived there was a river and in the spring of 1965, it flooded. He, his wife and daughter got into a canoe, even though it was quite cold, and went downstream to see what damage there was to properties along the river and if there was any way to help others along the way.

When they got to a bridge, the water was flowing over the bridge. The water was going so rapidly, even though he was quite strong, he couldn't stop the boat. The boat overturned and witnesses say he grabbed onto the bridge, but his wife, Hulda, and daughter, Gwen, went under. He was a very strong swimmer, but he could not pull them up to safety and he could not overcome the undercurrent, not to mention the frigid temperatures. They all drowned and that was one of the hardest funerals I've ever been to--to lose my hero, my brother, Merlin, and his family.

They had one son who wasn't with them that day--he was away at school. That son grew up to be a dentist and was a missionary in Africa for many years (Kenya.) I was very proud of him.

Crystal here: It is a great privilege for me to have had such a wonderful mother. I hope that I am even half the mother to my boys, that she was to me.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Lynda Schab: Mind Over Madi, I Mean Matter!

Lynda Schab as a baby cutie and short model

Lynda Schab got her writing start in greeting cards. From there, she went on to write articles, web content, and dozens of short stories, many of which have been published in articles and anthologies. She has been a finalist in several national contests, including the RWA chapter’s Get your Stiletto in the Door, and American Christian Fiction Writer’s Genesis contest for the past three years. 
Award-winning Lynda Schab

Currently, she handles several monthly freelance assignments. She is the Grand Rapids Christian Writing Examiner and the National Christian Writing Examiner for A few months ago, she also started as a regular book reviewer for  

Lynda's childhood shaped her to infuse humor into handling her obstacles and trials, so as an adult that same unique outlook shapes her characters in their conflicts. Be on the lookout for Lynda's byline in days to come and watch her hair (read below to find out about that.) Let's find out some more about Lynda's childhood and how she outgrew all those haircuts:

Childhood Ambition: Modeling. I was convinced I would be the first 5’4” runway model.
Lynda's senior photo: She wanted to be the first 5'4" Runway Model
Fondest Memory (from back then): Going up to my grandparent’s trailer on the lake every summer. Lots of great memories of fishing with my grandpa, swimming, canoeing …I was heartbroken when my grandpa died and Grandma had to sell the place.
 Proudest Moment (from back then): Graduating from high school. There were times I wasn’t so sure I would. LOL.
My Three Sons? Another one of Lynda's haircuts at age 11 and the last family photo before her parents' divorce
Biggest Challenge as a Child or Teen: My parents’ divorce – definitely. I was twelve when they split up and I was told later that this is the toughest age for kids to go through divorce. Lots of stuff that I struggle with today stem from that time in my life. I went through a period of hating my dad, getting near-failing grades, rebelling in various ways, and major insecurity issues. Yet, at the same time, in so many ways, I am so thankful to have gone through it, as it shaped me into the person I am today. By the grace of God, I turned out okay. Then again, my family might not completely agree with that statement.
Oh, the hair~! Lynda says: "Mom, how could you!"
My First Job (paid or unpaid—something you feel is significant) : My first “real” job was working at Kentucky Fried Chicken. I hated it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, the job didn’t like me either. I got fired for – and I quote – “not doing the dishes fast enough.” That, and I couldn’t quite grasp the dark meat/white meat thing. Hey…I was sixteen, what can I say?

Childhood Indulgence: Ice cream. Was then, is now! Only now my indulgence turns into big bulgence. Ugh.
Our trip to Kentucky--I was often mistaken for a boy with some of my haircuts!
Favorite Outfit as a Child: Oh, wow. Um…I honestly only remember the dreadful outfits my mom used to make me wear on picture day. My favorite worst outfit was a matching light blue pants and top that kids at school used to tease looked like pajamas. And don’t even get me started on the haircuts I was forced into. The Dorothy Hamill cut, the Toni Tennille cut…there were a couple of years I was mistaken for a boy. Seriously.
Lynda age 4 with decent hair

Favorite Childhood Movie and/or TV Show: I’ve always been a huge television and movie lover. The first movie I remember seeing in the theater was "The Apple Dumpling Gang." I think if I had to name a favorite, it would be "The Wizard of Oz." Never tired of that one, even if the wicked witch did visit me in my dreams. Television-wise, favorites included "Happy Days," "Eight is Enough," and "The Land of the Lost" (which was nothing like Will Ferrell’s disgusting movie version, by the way). I also remember my dad wouldn’t let us watch "Scooby Doo" because it was too scary. Yet, he took my brothers and me to the midnight movies to see "Jaws" in 3D. Am I the only one who questions this? 
Lynda Disney Parade - During a trip to Disney World in Florida, she was selected to be in the parade. :-)

Favorite Childhood Book: Every time we’d visit my grandparents, I’d pull the Dr. Seuss books off the shelf, two in particular - oversized copies of The Sneeches and Yertle the Turtle. Loved those. As I got older, I devoured books. The Bobsey Twins series, The Little House on the Prairie series, Cherry Ames, Ramona the Pest…I do remember a series I read as a teenager that I couldn’t get enough of. It was by author John Benton and all the titles had individual girl’s names. The main characters were prostitutes, drug addicts, and alcoholics and they always found God, ending up at a Christian half-way house. I haven’t been able to find those books since. But they affected me deeply at that time.

Favorite Childhood Activity/Pastime: This sounds really silly, but I used to lie on my bedroom floor against my closet and throw a super ball up at the wall for hours, making up story after story. Then again, it may not sound all that silly to those who know me. LOL. Another thing I loved to do was write stories and draw caricature pictures to go along with them. I also used to rework popular plays like Cinderella, changing the words, for my cousins and me to perform. And, of course, reading was always at the top of my list of things to do.
Lynda in another haircut and on the phone (with her imaginary characters?)
Did you pass notes or have a pen pal as a child? Both. I constantly wrote notes and letters to my friends and boyfriends. I also had a Pen Pal from Ohio. I wish I could remember her name.

Best friends?: They changed through the years. I had lots of good friends, but I’d honestly say I never had a friend who totally “got” me and that I clicked with as much as when I started meeting other writers. 

Any Childhood Pets? We had several parakeets. Only one at a time, though. Tiki was the bird we had the longest. He eventually died from starvation because no one fed him. I still feel guilty about that. TikiToo didn’t last as long but at least we weren’t to blame for his death. We also had the longest living goldfish in the history of the world, I think. He lived for several years. Until someone poured beer in the bowl at one of my B.C. (before Christ) parties. Not one of my proudest moments. (I hope I don’t get hate mail about this. I’ve repented…really!) 

Anything else you would like to share with readers about your childhood which affected the writer you have become? I started out writing poetry (horrendous, horrendous poetry). The first short story I remember writing was called The Summer I Went to Honolulu, with caricature drawings to go with it. My 6th grade teacher loved the first few pages and encouraged me to submit it to a particular contest. I never finished it and never entered. I regret that, but I remember that as being the first time I considered writing as a possibility for me.

Check out Lynda's very popular blog: On the Write Track

More from Lynda:

Lynda, now, with a great haircut, I might add
"My ultimate dream is to get published in full length fiction, so that’s what I’m striving for. I do feel I’m getting closer. I signed with my agent, Terry Burns of Hartline, a year ago and he is working to sell my first novel, Mind over Madi, a contemporary women’s fiction with elements of humor. I have a few other projects started, including a mystery that finaled in the Genesis two years in a row, another women’s fiction, as well as a newly started YA. 

Other than that, I keep pretty busy with my freelance work. I write monthly newsletters, am the new member welcoming committee, and maintain the blog for I also review books for, and am a contributing blogger for In between all of that, I regularly submit material to magazines, greeting card companies, and other markets and am slowly building my portfolio."

About Lynda:
Lynda is represented by Terry Burns, of Hartline Literary, who is working to sell her first novel, Mind over Madi, a Women’s Fiction with elements of humor. 

She lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with her husband of twenty-two years and two teenagers, who keep her young and provide much inspiration for the humor found in her fiction. She is also a member of the writing team for her church’s creative arts department.
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POSTSCRIPT: Lynda has now published her book, Mind Over Madi!  Dreams really do come true!

Mind Over Madi: (Published by OakTara)

Madi McCall admits her husband lacks a little in the romance department, but all in all, he’s been a good husband, a good father. Now, though, she suspects Rich is having an affair with Fawn Witchburn, the mother of one of his fourth-grade students. To say Fawn shows off her “assets” more than should be legally allowed in public is an understatement, and Madi’s insecurities kick into high gear. When, in a heated moment, she asks Rich to leave and he complies, Madi is forced to deal with her issues--issues of love and trust she’s tried so hard to avoid. Issues that trail all the way back to her childhood and make her act like a total moron.