{"id":4771,"date":"2009-03-13T11:15:00","date_gmt":"2009-03-13T11:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=4771"},"modified":"2016-10-09T07:03:34","modified_gmt":"2016-10-09T12:03:34","slug":"eulogy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2009\/03\/13\/eulogy\/","title":{"rendered":"Eulogy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.brianjnoggle.com\/bsgfx\/Mom.jpg\" height=\"250\" alt=\"Glenda Noggle\"><\/center><\/p>\n<p>Let me tell you about my mom.<\/p>\n<p>You might not know this about her, but she was a Marine.  Maybe you&#8217;ve never talked to her, or visited her home decorated with eagles on anchors, or come to a holiday dinner where she carved the turkey with a ka-bar, but she was, and she was rightfully proud of her service.  On her way to the induction to be sworn in, she caught a ride on a fruit truck and ate seven pounds of bananas to make minimum weight.  She almost did.  They let her in anyway.  She served her country.<\/p>\n<p>She also fought for what she thought was right in her own way.  As my brother and I were going through her effects, we uncovered a number of letters.  My mother wrote her senators, the Secretary of the Defense, the Secretary of the Army and gave them the what-for all the time.  The response letters start out form letters, but ended up by starting, &#8220;Now, Glenda&#8230;..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She was giving.  She would give you the flannel shirt off of her back, and then she&#8217;d go to her closet, her drawers, under her bed, and to that secret wardrobe in her basement to give you more.  And then she would tell you she bought that shirt at a yard sale in 1988 for a quarter, because she remembered those things.<\/p>\n<p>She was also a <i>doer<\/i>.  I have a friend who&#8217;s Canadian, not that there&#8217;s anything wrong with that, who never met her, but knew that much about her.  Whenever I&#8217;d tell him I was going to do something around the house, he&#8217;d say, &#8220;You mean you&#8217;re going to have your mom do it.&#8221;  That stems from a particular incident where a thunderstorm had broken some tree limbs, and I needed to cut them out of the trees.  I had a ladder, and she had a chainsaw, and together we had a solution.  She came over, and I had to block the ladder to keep the 58-year-old woman from going up to cut the limbs.  Maybe she wanted to protect the investment in the chainsaw.  But that&#8217;s who she was.  Someone who would like to help you to the point of doing it for you, and ready to do things.  She refinished her basement, refinished a bathroom, and she was quietly proud of what she did.<\/p>\n<p>She was a great mother; she raised the two of us on her own.  She was a good sister and a great friend, who enriched us all, but some of us more than others, particularly at the Saturday night card parties.<\/p>\n<p>Thank you.<\/p>\n<p><center><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><\/center><\/p>\n<p>Thanks to the Women Marines Association, the American Legion Women&#8217;s Post 404, and Marine Corps League Gateway Detachment for attending.<\/p>\n<p>I also want to thank members of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.patriotguard.org\/Home\/tabid\/53\/Default.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">Patriot Guard<\/a> for escorting her to Jefferson Barracks.  She lived nearby, and any time she saw them performing an escort, she would comment appreciatively.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let me tell you about my mom. You might not know this about her, but she was a Marine. 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