Lucy Conkling Obituary
 
In Memory of

Lucy Conkling

September 30, 1926 - July 3, 2014
Obituary

My mother loved the beach. I grew up combing the sands of the Coronado shore line, collecting treasures and soaking up sun. Even while she was pregnant with me, she sat out in the sun, snacking and relaxing, per doctor's orders, 'brown as a peanut.' Every sand dollar or shell we found was new and exciting. She taught me the wonder of God's creation, though she didn't know it at the time. Those years of wind and sand are bottled up in fancy jars at my house, portals to the past. For many years she brought food to shut-ins, showing her love for them with a home cooked meal and some conversation. I learned all sorts of 'new' phrasing, while...
My mother loved the beach. I grew up combing the sands of the Coronado shore line, collecting treasures and soaking up sun. Even while she was pregnant with me, she sat out in the sun, snacking and relaxing, per doctor's orders, 'brown as a peanut.' Every sand dollar or shell we found was new and exciting. She taught me the wonder of God's creation, though she didn't know it at the time. Those years of wind and sand are bottled up in fancy jars at my house, portals to the past.

For many years she brought food to shut-ins, showing her love for them with a home cooked meal and some conversation. I learned all sorts of 'new' phrasing, while she taught me to respect the elderly. I heard her say, "this room is so small, you have to step outside to change your mind," "My big ones are eating my little ones," for when she was hungry, and "I haven't seen him in a 'Coon's age," after which she would gasp and throw her hand over her mouth while checking to see if anyone had heard her. I heard her refer to rude people as a "horse's hind end," and a sheister. Although I didn't understand the meaning of this last word, somehow I knew not to use it.

Lucy grew up with a stand-in grandfather, by the name of Lightheiser. Without him, she would have been without adult support much of the time. Her allergy to milk caused her to develop slowly and she remembered her family saying often that 'Lu can't do this and Lu can't do that.' Her feisty spirit would not settle for that. Once she set her mind in a direction, watch out! Her education did not progress beyond the 8th grade, but she saw the value of learning and encouraged me, her only child, to study. One of my favorite things to do, to this day, is to research. Although she grew up around strong prejudices, she taught me to respect all people. She never learned any real marketable skills, but she could clean like Cinderella. And she used this, and her ability to cook, to bless others. When she was younger, she told me that she scrubbed floors on her hands and knees. In spite of difficulties growing up, she loved her family and spoke to me of them often. Her excitement when she got to see them could not be contained.

She loved babies and took a short time, before she became ill, to rock them in the nursery at the hospital. She gravitated to them, drawn to their innocence and trust. To some degree, her own spirit remained as that infant, seeing life through new eyes and eager anticipation.

Lucy loved her grandchildren – all 7 of them. The older kids, especially, remember her walking to the fast food place on Saturday mornings to treat them to breakfast for no other reason than that she wanted to. And she always had a diet coke, be it for lunch, dinner, or breakfast.

When she found the Lord, it became her mission in life to pray for those she loved and to search the Bible for the things God wanted her to know. All she wanted for me and her grandchildren was that we walk with the Lord. Success in any other area was praised, but it paled, in comparison.

Music was always present as I grew up. If there wasn't anything playing on the 8track, she would sing goofy little songs that made me say, with embarrassment, "Mooooooom!" She loved Lucille Ball and I often felt that they were kindred spirits. Every week we watched Lawrence Welk and nearly as often I heard her say, "Ah one, ah two" as she waved her hand like a band conductor. She enjoyed these things immensely.

Everywhere she went, people called her 'Lucy Lu,' or 'Lucy Goosey' because she always goosed everyone as they walked past.

My last 'conversation' with her was her making a face at me and giggling as I patted her knee. Mom has been released from the constraints of this life. She has completed her journey. I can see her now walking on a heavenly shore, with the sun on her shoulders and sand between her toes, exclaiming over every little treasure she finds, while her Father laughs at her childlike glee. She is home.

Arrangements under the direction of Olinger Chapel Hill Mortuary & Cemetery, Centennial, Colorado.

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