I started
this story about my mother, Deloris Bedrosky on 2-5-14. I wanted to write about her before she
died. I felt that it would be too hard
to write about her if she was dead. I
would have to fight off tears which would make it really hard to see what I was
writing. Well I never got a chance to
finish before she died on 2-12-14. So now I will try to finish. It has been a month and a half since I last
saw her. They say time heals. Whoever “they” are? Not sure if that is true. We left for Florida for three weeks after the
funeral, so that helped with the grief process.
But when we crossed over the bridge from Iowa to NE on our way back, I
realized that I was not going to see her to tell her about our trip and how
much I missed her. That was such a habit
after every trip. She would listen and
smile and maybe reply if able.
2-5-14
I am writing
this as a love letter/history of my mother.
I have wanted to do this for awhile.
I want my grandkids to know about their great grandma Deloris Bedrosky. They know a little bit like she was an
artist, and Jocelyn wants to be an artist like her great grandma. They visit her where she lives at Douglas
County Care Center. The grandkids,
Julie, Nan, and I got together for her birthday on January 14, 2014. I fed her birthday cake as the girls sorted
and organized her jewelry, while the boys played with her balloons and a small
flashlight they had found mixed with the jewelry.
She turned 84 this year. To be honest I had
not planned on her living to see her 84th birthday. I thought for sure she was not even going to
make it to Christmas 2013. I had planned
a family Christmas get together for her at Douglas County, like I have done for
the past years. In Dec. she had decided to quit eating and drinking. Her doctor put her on comfort care and said
she may have a few weeks left. I had told Jocelyn that news at church one
Sunday. She began to cry and said that
she did not want Great Grandma to die. Then
later during the prayer time she turned to me and asked me to ask for prayer
for Great Grandma. I did and we prayed
for her and that helped Jocelyn calm down. On my next visit with my mom, I told
her that if she was ready to die then it was her choice. I also told her that, we don’t want her to
die and she’d better start eating and drinking. I told her about how upset
Jocelyn was that she was not eating.
She began to eat again because of prayer and we
also took turns going up and feeding her.
She enjoys seeing her family and loved seeing Gary, as he came and
helped to feed her. Last week when I saw
her she was very alert, up and dressed. She ate most of her lunch and drank her
milk, protein drink, and soup. During our visits, I just hold her hand and talk
to her about Angie, Julie, and the grandkids.
She really loves seeing Angie her first grandchild. In Nov. Pat tried to surprise me by flying
Angie in for a visit. We had a great
visit and she got to see Grandma a few times while in town. She is not able to
talk much. She can say a couple of
words. Last week her word was “good.” They have to use a lift to get her into
her wheel chair. There are weeks that
she does not want to get up and get dressed.
I also found out that my students were still coming to get her and take
her to Bingo on Fridays. She loves to
win stuffed animals for the grandkids.
Back when I worked for Millard, I would take the students to volunteer
on Fridays. We would push residents to
and from Bingo, dances, and musical events.
The students would visit, play games, paint fingernails, and do other
tasks. I would always get my mother and
we would all hang out together. When I
visit I always have to bring her a sweet treat.
Now it is pudding, since all her food is ground up and easy to swallow. When
her sister Janet was living my mom would hang out with Janet in the gift shop
where she volunteered. She would make
Janet buy her sweet snacks. My uncle Ken
also lived at Douglas Country Care Center, so we could all hang out together,
and celebrate holidays together.
My mother
Deloris Helen Bussell Bedrosky was born 1-14-30 in Valley, NE. Her father is John Minor Bussell (11-27-1903
to 11-30-46) He died in a car accident I think. He was 26 and worked as a farm
laborer when she was born. Her father John
Minor Bussell served in the army from 8-2-1920 to 9-10-1923. He was in the 12th Inf. With 8th
Div. His parents were Levi Martin Bussell (7-27-186_ to 5-1951) and Grace
Lillian Mead Bussell (5-29-1876 to 7-3-1926).
They had 12 children and John was #6.
His grandparents were John Bussell who died in 1910 and Phehie Perkie
Bussell who died in 1931. Levi Martin
was #3 of 13 children in which 4 had died when small of small pox and
diphtheria. Deloris’mother is Helen Matilda Pulliam Bussell (12-26-06 to 7-3-70)
and she was 23 when Deloris was born. Helen was the daughter of Francis Pulliam
and Grace Kirkpatrick.
Deloris’ father was born in Bloomfield, NE and her mother was born in Ringwood,Okla. They had four children, Eunice (5-20-25), Jack (5-12-28), Deloris (1-14-30), and the youngest Janet ((9-1-37). My mother would always claim she was the youngest to make Janet mad. This family history, I found on a hand written note by someone. This was very confusing to read and figure out but I tried my best. Just in case one of you grandkids get into family history. To be honest it is really not one of my interests. My mother would say that we had relatives that knew or was related to Abe Lincoln, and that someone came over on a ship when our county was founded and settled in PA by the name of Mead. May be getting my memories confused. I do remember her saying that I was French, Irish, Dutch, German and Czech. The last two are from my dad. So grandkids if someone asks where are your descendants from? Stress the Irish and add in your dad’s descendants to the mix. Make it easy on yourself and just answer, “I am an American.”
Deloris’ father was born in Bloomfield, NE and her mother was born in Ringwood,Okla. They had four children, Eunice (5-20-25), Jack (5-12-28), Deloris (1-14-30), and the youngest Janet ((9-1-37). My mother would always claim she was the youngest to make Janet mad. This family history, I found on a hand written note by someone. This was very confusing to read and figure out but I tried my best. Just in case one of you grandkids get into family history. To be honest it is really not one of my interests. My mother would say that we had relatives that knew or was related to Abe Lincoln, and that someone came over on a ship when our county was founded and settled in PA by the name of Mead. May be getting my memories confused. I do remember her saying that I was French, Irish, Dutch, German and Czech. The last two are from my dad. So grandkids if someone asks where are your descendants from? Stress the Irish and add in your dad’s descendants to the mix. Make it easy on yourself and just answer, “I am an American.”
Deloris
married Richard Charles Bedrosky (3-18-29 to 9-11-97) on 7-28-51 at St. Frances
Cabrini formerly St. Philomen’s in Omaha.
They had four children Rene Juanita(7-1-52), Nannette Kay (3-9-54, David
Richard (3-9-55 to 12-5-12), and Gary James (2-6-56 the youngest and Deloris’
baby even in his 50’s). Rene married Pat McQuinn 2-2-74, David married Catherine,
(DeDee) Parsons 3-18-78, and Gary married Carol Becic 6-18-94. Richard built a house for his family on A St.
up from 48th on the south side of A.
They moved to 1403 Elm in Omaha when I was in 2nd grade. They
owned and lived at that house until the Old Market fire 1-18-95 in Deloris ’art
gallery Chezar 11, 1208 Howard St and they moved to West Branson, MO. She rented a building on a major intersection
and had a jewelry shop called Lost Silver Mine Jewelry. She got to know a lot
of the music people because she sold jewelry to them. She would ask for free tickets to the various
shows, so when we visited Branson we could get in free. They lived in that
small building and took showers at the campground called Lilly’s down the
street. Then they moved to Pierce City, Mo,
111 E Commercial St. She called it Ariels Gallery. They paid $10,000 for a two
story building that needed a lot of work.
My dad worked on that building for many years. My parents filled that
building with everything under the sun. Yes grandkids hoarding runs in my family so
beware.
After my dad
died she continued to live there until her stroke in the winter of 2000 and
then lived in a nursing home in Springfield, MO. She moved to Douglas County Care Center in
Omaha April of 2001 where she is currently living. She seems to enjoy living here. She likes the staff, residents, and
activities. She loves the food and never
complains about living there. Which is a
blessing to me, that she has a safe place to live out her life. She is in a wheel chair since her first stoke
in 2000. She may have been able to
regain some leg movement if she would have done her therapy. I would have to pay her $20 if she when to
therapy and would walk on the bars with the wheel chair following behind. I only had to pay out a couple of times since
she would give up saying it was too hard.
I wanted her to be strong enough to transfer her weigh on her own. I enjoyed taking her out to eat and she loved
it too. Her favorite was going to Red
Lobster. We would get together there on
her birthday. She loved crab legs and
shrimp.
Sometimes I would pick her up and take her to
my house. We made our house wheel chair
accessible by adding a ramp and deck with a side walk to get her into the
house. We added a small ramp to the
living room to get her down the one step.
My brother Gary also had a wheel chair accessible home, so I could pick
her up and take her over to family events.
She loved getting out and the eating part. My sister-in-law is the greatest cook and she
loved eating her dishes and desserts. My
mother soon became weaker and weaker.
She had a few more strokes and each time more damage would be done. She became harder and harder to transfer into
my car. I would have to use a gate belt
and she was very heavy. One of the last
times that I took her out, she stood up to transfer into my car and her legs
gave out. I could not hold her up, so I
lowered her to the sidewalk. A huge guy
who worked there picked her up and got her back into her chair. We never did make it out that day, since they
had to check her out to make sure she was not hurt. The story got out that I dropped my mom, but
it was a slow gentle drop. I am sure I
went to see my chiropractor that week.
She did not want to go out on outings with me anymore. She still would go out to eat with the Care
Center in their wheel chair accessible van.
I would always make sure that she had spending money for those
outings. She loved having them take her
to Wal mart to Christmas shop for all of us.
She bought the strangest gifts that we did not need or would fit.
Every year she would love to holiday shop at
Douglas County fund raiser. She would
spend close to $100 on all those sit around decoration things. She loved buying things from the gift shop
that we did not need. I would just smile
and say thanks. She loved buying
Christmas cookies from her sister Janet and we loved eating them. Before her
stroke she would drive to Kansas City to make Christmas cookies with her oldest
friend Jan Kroll. I loved her stuffed
date cookies, pecan pie mini tarts, and the seven layer bars.
She had this
thing about spending money even before her first stroke. She never saved and always had to borrow
money from her kids. She could get money
from David by crying and then smiling.
She got money from me by selling me her paintings and jewelry. I have a great art collection of her art and
others that she had collected. I got some great deals since I knew she was
never going to pay me back. I guess when I get poor I can sell my art work
collection to my kids. Wait I just
remembered that after my stroke, I sold a lot of my art collection and jewelry
to get money since I was not working anymore.
I did not sell any of my mother’s art work. I made that mistake back in the 80’s. I had so many paintings that I had bought
from her, birthday gifts, or paintings that she gave me for cleaning for her. I was trying to get rid of some and had a
garage sale. Her cousin Violet stopped
by and bought up her art work and then told her. She was upset that I had sold some of her art
work.
Before her
first stroke she was having mini strokes, according to her brain scan. There was a lot of minor damage which does
explain things like forgetting to pay her bills. She did not pay her phone bill and gas bill
so those were turned off. She had a
pellet stove to keep warm. She owed a
lot of money to many credit companies and to the credit union. We still get some of those bills that we were
not able to pay or phone calls. She told about getting lost when driving
around and then finding herself in a different place. She explained that away by thinking Aliens
had taken her up for awhile and then returned her to earth. She had troubles painting a commission that
she was working. It was a painting of a
lady with a dog. I still have that
painting and it was not very good at all.
That troubled her so much that she could not finish that painting.
Later after the stroke, she would take art
lessons at Douglas County. She would use
her good arm to draw and paint. I saved
all her art work and even framed some lemons that she painted. She loved seeing that picture framed and
loved that I felt it was good enough to get framed. It is currently still in my kitchen. She did
drawings of people. She did a picture of
Julie and Sean for a wedding gift. She
did a drawing of me for my 51st birthday and even wrote on it Happy
51st birthday and signed her name.
She drew a self portrait of herself that was in an art show at Douglas
County Care Center.
The last few years she did not speak
much. She would try but then give up when
we did not understand. They have to use
a lift to get her in bed and to her wheel chair. Many days she would rather stay in bed than
get up. She loves her naps. They get her up for breakfast and lunch and
then she goes down to nap and then eats dinner in her room while watching
tv. Not really sure how much she can
see. She had the cataract surgery done a
few years ago and does not need to wear glasses anymore. She then had other
strokes that did eye damage. I would
come to visit and not really sure if she knew who I was until I began
talking.
My mother
loves her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Her first grandchild which was always the
special one is Angela McQuinn (3-3-77), Theresa Bedrosky 11-19-78, Julie
McQuinn (1-23-79), Rachel Bedrosky (3-21-95) and her last grandchild Jessica
Bedrosky (6-3-98). Her grand-daughter
Julie McGee had Jocelyn (8-14-05), Katelyn (7-22-07) Easton (3-23-09) and
Weston (11-28-10. She loves seeing all
her family at Douglas County when they visit and bring her a sweet snack. Thank you all for the visits. If I ever get to collect on my nursing home
insurance that I have been paying for these past years, I hope I will get
visitors. Yes, if you do come and see me
and I am sleeping just wake me up. I get
too much sleep here. I told this to my
family when they would visit. Just wake
her up; she gets way too much sleep.
3-22-14
On 2-12-14 I
got the news that she had died. I had
dreaded this for many years. I would get
calls from Douglas County and my heart would race wondering if it was the
end. Most phone calls were about finding
a new bruise, as they got her ready for bed.
That morning I went to the gym to work out at 9:15 like I do every
morning if I have a ride. When I got
home I did not notice the answering machine flashing. Pat had left and saw the call on his phone,
so he found out that she had died that morning.
He called Angie and Julie and then came home to tell me. I then cried
for a while and then called my sister, brother, and niece to tell them the
news. Now days Facebook lets other
relatives know. Facebook messages saved
a lot of phone calls.
My last day
with my mother was Sunday, 2-9-14. I was
at church and received a phone call from Douglas County that she was very agitated,
and that they had ordered some morphine for her. She was scratching up her body and very
restless. Her oxygen level had been low
that week also. I let Gary and Nan
know. Gary was sick and Nan was out of
town that day. When I saw her she just
stared at me and was covered in scratches.
Her good arm was covered, so somehow she had used her hand she never
used to scratch up her body. I was so
glad that I could calm her down. I held
her hand, sang to her, rubbed her head and hummed the “go to sleep” song that I
sing to my grandchildren and I think she sang to her grandchildren. It is a
made up song I think. I sang “Jesus
Loves You.” I sang all the songs that I
would want my children to sing to me. I told her that I love her and that I was
writing a story about her for the grandkids. I also called Angie and Julie so they could
talk with her to perk her up. They were able to tell her that they loved her.
That also helped calm her down. I talked and reminded her about believing that
Jesus died on the cross for her sins and rose again. If it was her time to go
then she will spend eternity in heaven.
The doctor stopped by to check on her. She was going to increase her pain patch that
she wore. They had tried to give her
oxygen that morning, and I feel that is what caused her the agitation. Since she refused the oxygen, she was having
a hard time breathing. She would try to
take a breath but just made a troubled sound. I remember holding her hand and
noticing the rings that she was wearing.
She had two of her favorites on. One was a band that Kent (Butch) had
given her and a bling ring that had stones that sparkled. She loved jewelry. After the funeral I was
asked if I wanted her jewelry back. I
said no. That Sunday, I sang and talked
with her for about 3 hours until she was calm and fell asleep. I still can remember her staring into my eyes;
it was if she was trying to tell me something.
She may have been telling me goodbye.
I need to stop for a cry break.
I’m mad that I did not finish this story of her life before she
died. I knew this was going to be hard.
Pat was
working so I did not have a ride to see her on Mon. or Tues. I called in twice a day to find out how she
was doing. She was doing ok and had not
had any moments like on Sunday. They
were still giving her the drugs to keep her calm. In my heart I felt she was going to be
fine. I had stopped worrying about her
death since Julie had a talk with me.
She had reminded me of the many times I thought she was dying and did
not. I had done all that worrying for
nothing, so this time I was not worrying, so the news of her death was really a
shock. The heard nurse Mary came in that
morning and she was snoring away. When
they came in at 10:10 she had died in her sleep. That next day Pat and I went up to clean out
her room, since I need to pick out an outfit to wear for her service. She loved purple so I chose a purple shirt
with sparkles. Pat picked out a necklace
and I found a silver pin and bracelet.
We had her
service on Tuesday, February 18, 2014, 6:30PM at Bramam Mortuary. John Malone who spoke at my Dad’s funeral
spoke at hers. Kent Anderson, her foster
child and friend for many years gave the eulogy. He also did my dad’s eulogy back in 1997. Her
best friend since childhood Jan Kroll drove in from Kansas City and spoke
also. I told a short story that Angie
was going to tell, but could not. It was
about the time that she was going to grand friends day when Angie was in grade
school. Angie had wanted her grandma to look
more like a grandma and wear her waist long hair in a bun. She did have a bun in her hair that day, a
hotdog bun.
Thank you
all for attending and the many cards and phone calls. Thank you for the prayers for the
family. Thank you also for the memorial
donations to Douglas County Care Center for art and music therapy for the
residents. She loved attending the art
and music events. She also loved Bingo
and wining those stuffed animals. She
never did realize that sometimes she would win the same stuffed animals over
and over again. I would collect her
winnings and then take them back to the Rec.Thearpy room, so they could give
them out again. Some we saved at my
house for the grandkids. Every year my
students would have a Bingo party for the residents and we would collect bingo
prizes from students and staff to give out.
The residents loved the prizes that we gave out. Yes, some of them were the ones that I had
told the grandkids I would keep at my house.
One garage sale time I tried to sell some of the many stuffed animals
that my mom had won for the grandkids, but that did not work. Jocelyn took them back and hid them. Someone told her that Beanie Babies could not
be sold, if they did not have tags on them.
She then cut off all the tags, so I could not get rid of them. She had a pile of maybe 50+ tags. Julie will not allow stuffed animals at her
house. I have all her talking/dancing
stuffed animals that Nan bought her at holidays. The grandkids loved playing with the talking
and dancing stuffed animals when they visited.
My mother had this thing about stuffed animals. When we cleaned out her building in Missouri
she had saved/hoarded boxes and boxes of stuffed animals. When we had the sale every child that came
had to take a few stuffed animals free.
I bet their parents loved that.
We had a
family burial service at Evergreen cemetery the next morning. We shared and sang songs. Sean my son in law read some Bible verses. Nancy
Kemp my aunt said a few things. Then we met a Village Inn for brunch. It was too early for Red Lobster or we would
have gone to her favorite restaurant. I had also though about eating at HyVee,
her other favorite place. When she and
my dad came to Omaha, they would eat at HyVee every morning. They had 99 cent breakfasts back then. When my
mother and dad would come to town, they would stay with us. She would go off
and visit her many friends and family here.
My parents also loved to go dancing at a bar in South Omaha on 15th
and Vinton. They would also visit their
old friends Chuck and Marylyn Dougherty who were neighbors on Elm street.
When I
visited my mother I would introduce her as my mother a famous artist and she
would smile. She also liked when I would
say how she never had gray hair and that I would never either. I would tell
people that is where I get my good looks from.
Yes, I look like her, and grand kids you will grow old and look like
your parents.
My mother
started drawing as a child. She began
taking art in 1949 and in 1951 she attended at Omaha Art School. Then she took off 15 years to raise her four
children. Then she began to be an
“active artist” per her resume. On her
resume from the 60’s she lists eight artists that she took lessons from. She won 1st prize on a county fair
in 1965 and then 1st and 2nd in 1966. She also taught art classes and at times I
have run into artists who had taken classes from her. She was a portrait artist but also did
landscapes. She painted with oils,
acrylics, pastels, and watercolors. She
also did some sculptures. She would show her art work at different art fairs or
flea markets in Omaha and Missouri. She
did most of her art work when living at her art gallery in the Old Market. She never really had a good place to paint at
home when living in Omaha. She also
painted a lot in her Pierce City Gallery that my dad and Kent helped build on
the first floor. She and my dad lived on
the second floor.
My parents loved both of those places, because
they could talk with all the visitors that stopped by. Maybe even some customers came and bought
things. Since she loved jewelry she
started buying and selling jewelry. This
way she could wear the jewelry or give it to her children and
grandchildren. When the girls got their
ears pierced they got a box of earrings.
Every birthday I got jewelry, many that I still wear or when she needed
money I would buy jewelry from her.
My parents
loved their dog Feathers. She got to go
with them everywhere. She was a little
black and white shih tzu with crooked teeth.
My mother felt that was why they got a good deal on Feathers when she
was a puppy. The dog they had before
Feathers was Jenny. She was a small white mixed dog. She belonged to my grandfather Phil Boyd. My parents took him and Jenny in when they
lived in West Branson. After he died
then they cared for Jenny. When I was a
kid we had Mookie a black Pekingese.
Both my parents loved their pets.
My dad had pigeons and some chickens in Omaha and Missouri. My mother loved the pigeons because it gave
my dad something to do.
My mother led
an interesting life. She was always
searching and trying things like plastic pyramids, telling fortunes, traveling to
other planets with aliens in UFO’s, and
many other things throughout her life. She loved to read and read about many
things. Years ago while in Pierce City,
she bought out a used book store and then started a book store that traded
paperbacks for a price. I am sure she
read all those books. She read romance
novels mostly along with the science fiction and other genres.
I hope she found what she was searching for
those many years. I am still using her
Bible that she used after my dad died.
She has certain verses circled and when I come across those; I have to
wonder why did she circled that verse? She dressed like an artist, very
colorful. She was the first in Omaha to
wear Birkenstock sandals and clogs. She
wore bright green clogs that she gave to Angie.
Not sure if Angie still has them, but I bet she still does. I would never have worn clogs back then, but
what did I wear in my old age? Yes, clog like shoes since they are so easy to
put on and take off. She wore colorful ponchos
with a scarf or stocking hat. She liked
to stay warm. I saved the white stocking
hat that she wore many years and her pink Valentines blanket that Nan made for
her. I used that pink blanket during my
last visit with her as I wrapped her in it to stay warm. I also have my art work, jewelry, pictures,
and memories. But I can’t always rely on
those memories, so grandkids that if why I am writing this for you. Yes, I will put this into the memory book
that you each have. You will always have
your memories of your great grandma Deloris Bedrosky.
This is her self portrait that she drew while at Douglas County. 4/30/09 signed DB. I need to get it framed.
My mother and David Bedrosky my brother. Love and miss you both. Thanks for the memories!
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