Nellie's Dash

12/22/26 - 9/15/06

By Bob & Sheila Chevalier 9/17/06


I want to read a part of a poem my Dad found called

"The Dash"



"I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. From the beginning to the end he noted that first came the date of her birth, and he spoke of the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between the years. For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth. And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. For it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash,what matters most is how we live, love, and how we spend our dash." We all have different ways we fill our dash, most of us, ordinary and routine. That could never be said about Nellie. We spoke to several people here and asked them to tell us the first thing about Nellie that came to mind

Here are some of the ways she filled her dash.


Nellie was a super wife, mother and gramma, who loved to have a good time. She loved to dance, smile, and laugh, she was quick to tell a joke. She was funny, sweet, and feisty, and far from boring. To meet her was a treat. She and her sister Shirley even had a contest once to see who could say the dirtiest word. ….Nellie won! She had an openness, if she had it to say, you were going to here it, whether you wanted to or not. She could be stubborn and always loved to argue politics or a new case on court t.v. Nellie was a speed demon; she gave the fastest ride from Buxton to Sanford in her red mach one. She was even known to drag race against her kids, and always won. She had a young mind, and was always willing to go anywhere with Art, from camping in the deep woods, to tractor pulls, to their travels on the bike. Some of the best times were snowmobiling, where she was known to end up upside down, face first in the snow. Dad said the only time she stayed upright was when she stopped to make yellow snow. Her son Joey said it best, " Most of all Mom loved her family, she never held anything back, especially when it came to love." Nellie, to others it may only look like a little dash between two dates on a piece of stone, but you filled our lives, and added so much to our dashes.



Home
Obituary
A poem from Lois to her Mom
TRIPLES with EMMA