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Obituary for Marilyn Brown

Remembering Mom – July, 2016
Marilyn Joan Brown, 84, born February 11, 1932, in Crawfordsville, Indiana. Wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, homemaker and seamstress, licensed vocational nurse, she wore many hats. Her generation went about quietly doing what needed to be done, no fuss, no muss. Working hard to maintain the household when, Frank, her navy husband was deployed. Six children born, five survived. Five healthy children loved and cared for by both Mom and Dad. Her day started before the sun was up and ended long after sunset. Each day filled with housework, childcare, food prep, etc. The conveniences of today only a dream that would fruit many years after her time of motherhood and homemaking. Even with all of the hard work she found joy in her life…husband, yes sometimes the sparks would fly between them but they always made up because they loved each other; children…again life was not entirely peaches and cream but she loved them and they loved her unquestionably. That’s family, that’s mothers’ love that binds us together.
Mom was quiet and composed when it came to her faith, but we all knew she loved the Lord. She and Helen spoke about His unfailing love a few times and Helen shared with us the following. “After my first marriage was over, I was struggling as a single mother. I had so many questions about why and what I should do now. I always ran to my mom when I needed answers to life’s questions. She told me that God has plan and most times we have no idea why or how come, but if we believe and put our trust in Him, He will give us comfort. Those words gave me comfort and I realized where my mothers’ strength came from. Years later when my son Anthony was born she was there with love and comfort, quietly praying with me and for me. Yes, Mom was quiet and composed about her faith, but she taught me to find comfort in the Lord.” “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” 2 Timothy 4:7
Our mother, Marilyn Joan Brown, went home to be with the Lord on Saturday, July 9, 2016. We, her children, want to share some of our memories of Mom.

Roya—When I was 7 or 8 years old we were living in “old navy housing” on Bagley Drive. It was a long two story building with six apartments upstairs and six at ground level. Indoor stairs led to each two apartments on the second level. If you lived upstairs and were friends with your upstairs neighbor, you would leave your front door open during the day so visiting back and forth was easier. It was like one big family during the day when the dads were at work. One morning Mom was doing the laundry. She had a very modern electric washing machine with a motorized wringer. She was visiting with her across-the-hall neighbor, Jean, so I thought I’d be helpful and wring out the clothes for her. I turned on the wringer and started to feed each piece of clothing through it when all of a sudden my hand started to go through the wringer. Full panic set in, I could not have turned off the wringer even if I could have reached it with my other hand. I screamed: Mom! Mom!! Mom!!! She heard a child screaming for her mom but it took three or four screams to realize it was her own daughter. She ran to my rescue just as the wringer was wringing out my arm up to my shoulder. My mom, my super hero! She saved the day as she most certainly did in many other countless escapades I had while growing up.

Frank John II (Frankie)—Went home to be with the Lord when he was 6 years old. He loved and was loved by Mom, Dad, Roya and Christie.

Christie—Loves Mom and is grieving her loss.

Frances—My dad had been with the neighbor across the street for the day. He called mom to let her know that we were going to have lobster for dinner. Dad comes home with the lobsters, live lobsters! All you need to do is boil a pot of water and throw them in but they were just as fast trying to get out. Besides mom being frazzled, all we kids were crying, as were the lobsters. I think Dad was the only one who ate those lobsters; the rest of us was all too traumatized.

Helen—Everyone said I was her clinging vine because I was always clinging to my mom as a child. I don’t know why I did it, but I always knew how important she was to me. I remember very clearly my anxiety the first day of kindergarten. My poor mom, I didn’t realize until I had children of my own how difficult that must have been for her. Mom was loving and kind and she had a peculiar sense of humor. My earliest memory was when I was very young, a toddler, I hated the vacuum; it was loud and sucked everything that was in its way up inside of it. One day, mom was vacuuming and I was crying; I crawled up on the couch to prevent from being sucked up. Mom laughed and told me I was too big and raised the nozzle of the vacuum up to my clothes. I remember thinking why is she trying to kill me? All the while my mom was laughing. I was relieved when I wasn’t sucked up like the cartoons on TV. Years later, when Mom took care or looked after both my sons, I made her promise not to ever demonstrate how a child couldn’t be sucked up by a vacuum, Mom just smiled…

Joe—
*Mom giving me a bath in the sink at Brownie Camp.
*Waiting for her to come home from work in the morning, hoping she would get home in time to take us to school.
*Making Mom sit through the song Bobby Brown by Frank Zappa before I had actually listened to it myself.
*Watching her walk away after leaving me at that hell hole called school on my first day.
*Finding out that she wasn't waiting up for us to come home in the middle of the night because she was worried, she was preparing in the event Dad found out we weren't home yet.

Becky—I had the privilege of being the only daughter-in-law in our family. Mom had a huge heart, she accepted Rakel, my daughter, and I from the first time she met us. She told me once; she loved us when she met us. Mom never judged she just loved us. I tend to show my emotions and I love to hug and kiss my family. I will never forget the first time Mom hugged me back, really hugged me back. The hug, the moment, I won’t forget.

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