Three years today since Pearlie died and Bert and I still talk about her almost every day. She was a rare one, the sort of woman you don't meet every day. When I first started going out with Bert she didn't like me one little bit. I was older than her darling son, a Roman Catholic, divorced and had three children. Not at all the sort of future daughter-in-law she'd hoped for.
The first time I met her was in the Waveney Hospital. I'd been seeing Bert for a few months and he'd been admitted suffering from acute appendicitis. She was already there when I arrived and she was wearing a hat! A church-going hat at that. I thought she was the sort of woman who always wore a hat but it turned out she thought she might meet me at the hospital and had dressed to intimidate. It worked.
It turned out she wasn't intimidating at all and over the years she and I developed an uneasy rapport. She could be awkward but she was also funny although I don't think she ever intended that. Pearlie never quite 'got' social conventions. When, eventually, she moved in with us things got very difficult indeed. It was a tough six years. There are parts of it that I'm not proud of.
I often used this blog to let off steam and there are lots of posts featuring Pearlie. Some of them were verging on harshness and someone once challenged me about that. And that is a story in itself and I will tell it... but not tonight.
Instead, on Pearlie's anniversary, the reading that Hannah gave at her funeral.
Pearlie was
born on the 10th of February 1926. She lived in Maxwellswalls with
her parents and 3 younger sisters, all of whom she was close to but
it was her second youngest sister Lizzie that Pearlie shared a
special bond with. As a young woman Pearlie would often visit the Orr
family at Springhill. It was here she met her husband Johnny Orr.
Pearlie and
Johnny married in 1952. Seven years later they were blessed with
their only child Robert, known to everyone in the family as Bertie.
Pearlie and Johnny spent 45 happy married years before Pearlie lost
him in 1997.
Pearlie was a
very creative woman. She enjoyed sewing and embroidery in her spare
time. She also kept scrapbooks and spent many a happy hour cutting
pictures from various magazines to stick down in her scrapbooks.
Pearlie was good at ‘thinking outside the box’ and she could have
several innovative uses for normal, everyday items. There were no
back doors with Pearlie. She said what she meant and meant what she
said. She was a genuine person, kind and honest but also
strong-willed and confident. She always knew what she wanted in life
and, even at the tender age of 12, she knew she wanted to marry
Johnny Orr.
There were
several people in Pearlie’s life who supoorted her greatly when she
lost Johnny and for the remainder of her years. Her sister Lizzie
visited, faithfully, most weeks despite not always being in the best
of health herself. Lizzie was a ray of sunshine in Pearlie’s life
and a great comfort to her right until the very end. Pearlie’s
niece, Margaret, was a saint to Pearlie and provided her with many
hours of company as well as providing ongoing practical support.
Pearlie loved Margaret’s cups of tea and sandwiches better than
anyone else’s. Margaret has also been a great support to both
Bertie and his wife Mary providing them with emotional support and
advice throughout Pearlie’s decline. It was Mary who often
organised Pearlie's various doctor appointments and, towards the end,
became a full time carer for her along with Bertie.
As much as
Pearlie needed her loving sister and niece she would have been
completely lost without Bertie who was selfless enough to put his
mother’s needs before his own for so many years. When Pearlie was
more fit and able she would have sailed around the van with Bertie
while he made deliveries. On one such occasion Bertie was forced to
brake so suddenly that the van made a complete 360 degree turn on the
road. Pearlie looked at Bertie and said, “Well that was some spin
you took me on”. Pearlie had always liked dogs but when her husband
passed away she had a void in her heart that was eased by the company
of dogs, in particular, Penny, who Pearlie loved dearly.
Despite the
decline of Pearlie’s physical health over the years her mind was as
sharp as always and she enjoyed doing crossword puzzles. She would
have stacks upon stacks of magazines, organised in a system that only
she knew, and they always had to be within reaching distance. As well
as reading magazines Pearlie loved to read the Bible. It, too, was
always within reaching distance. Her memory was as clear as water and
she was able to recall things from all stages of her life. Pearlie
could look at a photograph taken 60 years ago and tell you exactly
where it was taken and who was in it.
Pearlie will
be sorely missed by her family and friends. They will miss her dry
sense of humour, her ‘no-nonsense’ approach to life and her
little quirks and routines. But she is at peace now and with her
husband Johnny once again.
