Benita Jane (McCormick) Olson (1927 – 2011)
Jane McCormick, Chicago, Illinois, circa 1938 |
Of all their accomplishments, none brought greater joy to my great uncle and great aunt, Phillip and Benita (McGinnis) McCormick, than their two adopted children, Phillip Eugene and Benita Jane, known as Bud and Jane.
At Jane’s funeral in 2011, her daughter, Suzanne, shared this poem from her mother’s leather scrapbook. Jane had penned it at the tender age of 16. The Chicago Tribune had published it, no doubt making Jane’s own creative mother, Benita, quite proud.
Wistful and wise, the poem is subtly humorous and self-effacing, so characteristic of Jane’s personality. It reminds me of one of her favorite childhood authors, A.A Milne, who wrote the Winnie-the-Pooh books.
We’re young for such a little while.
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Copyright © 2015 Linda Huesca Tully
What a wistful poem. I'm sure Benita was proud of her! Thank you, Linda, for sharing–a lingering, melancholy nuance, but not to be forgotten.
Glad you enjoyed it, Jacqi. My Mac has been more or less down for a couple of months, making it hard to blog or read posts. I thought of you today, when someone at work asked if I knew of the Tullys of Chicago. I'm looking forward to reading your research on them and learning about your trip to the "auld sod." Who knows? We still may find a connection. Warm regards.