Kathleen Schultz, SVM news editor
With eight kids, the life of Mary K. Schultz was a nonstop rodeo of cooking, baking, bathing folding, wiping, washing, drying, herding, scrimping, saving, fretting and praying – every -ing in the book that needed doing, she did.
She rarely laid a hand on us beyond grabbing an arm to steer us in the right direction. There's only one time she ever smacked me, hard and across the face, and let me tell you, that mean-mouthed teen-aged me so very, very deserved it.
She was shy, she could sing like an angel, she said super-funny things completely oblivious to how funny they were, then she'd blush in the most charming way when we laughed. She helped anyone who asked – and many who didn't – in any way that she could, and she always found a way.
I try to be nice, I try to be kind, compassionate, caring, because of her, for her. I too often do not succeed, but I know she forgives me. I keep trying because of her.