Author: Hazel Agnes Lepine Haydel

Publisher: Xlibris Corporation

Published: 2010-09-21

Total Pages: 106

ISBN-13: 1453568972

This little book is for the future. It is a time capsule for our family, for Hazels descendants. It is her legacy in her words, some transcribed from recorded memories, some composed as stories told in third person. It is her message to the future about times past, as she glimpsed it, so that those who come after may share it. I once asked myself, among all the lessons I learned from the wisdom she dispensed, what was it that stood out. She was creative; she was loving; she was witty; she was resilient; she was honest; she was intelligent; she was curious; she was hard-working. Yet, the quality I want to point out is that in the course of her life, nothing was ever lost. She made the most of every moment, of every experience, of every acquaintance. While she did not live on a grand scale, over all those years, in all those places, among all the people she touched, she inherently knew that this was indeed the fabric of her life and that nothing was to be wasted, taken for granted, or ignored. Everyone she met remembered her because she was always fully present to those she encountered. Throughout Mothers journey, her devotion to family and friends defined her. She was intensely proud of Johns accomplishments, and she doted on her grandchildren, Matt, Julie, and Steve. In addition to Martha, in whom she found the daughter she always wanted, many younger women were especially drawn to her. To them she was mentor, ally, confidante, and friend. Doug Haydel Hazel was a widow about as long as she was married but she never loved anyone else and not a day went buy after Daddy died that she didnt miss him think about him fondly. They fit together like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle with a lot of other pieces missing. Daddy was a dreamer and Hazel was an enabler. Mother gave us a love of learning through her example. She was a constant reader and often mispronounced new words because she didnt often have a chance to exercise her vocabulary with her friends with smaller vocabularies. She constantly reminded us of the plutocracy of the Haydels in early Louisiana and made us feel sort of special; at least our family was maybe once if not now. Hazel never learned to drive, was clumsy and never screwed lids on jars, causing lots of spilling. She often successfully depended on the kindness of strangers. She was a natural cook. She could walk into a kitchen bereft of pantry supplies and produce magical dishes. She was a beautiful woman. I once overheard his father talking to someone and he said my wife is a beautiful women I want you to meet her I felt sorry for my friends that didnt have a beautiful mother. They are both buried in the Catholic cemetery in Plaucheville, La. John Haydel