Friday, June 14, 2024
Dear Mark, David and Lisa,
On the anniversay of Mildred’s transition in early June last year I was prompted to share my fond remembrance of her. As you know we (Cassie and Carrie Burke, daughters of the late Ross and Tiny Burke of Erieau) shared an upbringing in the United Church and all of you are part of our memories in that community that raised us.
Mildred was an impactful figure in my life. I remember her from my first visits to the Fourth Line Church as a child, from Sunday School and from the place she, Jack and you, her family, always sat on the left of the church, of which we had a fairly good view from the far right. I chuckle to remember mom often telling me to “look straight ahead, at the minister” because as a child and then young teen I frankly found Mildred quite fascinating as she was the epitome of poise and fashion. Whatever mom advised, I preferred to sit so I could best watch and emulate her lady-like manners. In the line after the sermon Mildred always took the time to speak with me as though I was an adult, even when I was a young girl. It gave me a strong sense of self that every young person should have.
Mildred and I shared two things -- a love of fashion and a love of language. Mildred always cut an elegant figure and had the perfect posture to match. She held herself with such dignity and treated everyone with such respect. She was curious about others and their lives. She was diplomatic and reserved when need be. What I learned from her came in handy in my years to follow in public relations.
I loved to ask her about her years as a teacher and she loved to speak about them, always with such clear articulation. Years later when I worked as a Quality Manager in a health research call center and wrote their ‘Voice and Delivery Skills’ manual, I recalled Mildred and her influence. In the course of my life I met only two or three people who spoke in as distinctive a way. I also never knew her to say anything frivolous or insincere.
Mildred always had kind words of genuine concern and support. When I lived in Ottawa and my sister in London she would always ask about my sister, Carrie. She would ask about our mom, Tiny, and how she was managing her treatments. She would ask about our dad, Ross, in the hospital and later in the Dearness Home in London where he resided for part of his 90’s. When our parents died in the 90’s she was there to offer support. She was a close friend of mom’s and together they enjoyed many meetings of the United Church Women. That mom passed in her late 50’s in 1992 hit Mildred hard. It was remarkable that Mildred lived 31 more years after her friend. What longevity!
I live in Alberta now but several years back I was in London and on a strong last minute Sunday inner prompting headed to the Fourth Line Church in hopes of attending the service and perhaps seeing Mildred there. As I entered the church just seconds before the service started our eyes met and there was a huge wave of emotion. There she was, one of the giants of my youth, as elegant as ever, looking over with the same concern she always showed. It was a poignant moment and we spoke for quite a while afterwards. I knew she was fondly remembering my parents, gone over two decades earlier. It was a touching goodbye as I think we both knew we might never see each other again. She told me she would like to remain at the farm as long as possible and spoke of fighting the same battle mom had, through surgery and treatment. I sympathized and told her I was ever grateful for her friendship over the years. One fond memory I hold is of calling her on her leap year birthday once, years after moving afar. Her joy knew no bounds and the connection had not lost a beat.
Mildred was very proud of all of her children and always keen to give me updates. Although it has been a very long time since the Sundays of our youth, please know that your mother was a cherished part of our lives and that her influence endured. She was truly an extraordinary woman, and along with your Jack, brought joy and stability to the Fourth Line community. What a blessing she was to us all.