Edith Eileen Lindley

Note: Hello! I’m Edith’s youngest son, Jerome. Since I’m writing this I have made the administrative decision that I get to use Mom’s name “Mom” where I feel like it. Mom is smiling!

Mom is survived by her husband of 66 years, Donald Lindley; two sons and daughter-in-laws, Arvel Lindley (Candy) and Jerome Lindley (Cindy); three grand children, Shannon Rivers (Talas), Seth Lindley and Shaun Lindley, and six great grand daughters, Trinity, Serinity, Divinty, Alexandra, Hailey and Felicity. She is also survived by two siblings, Linda Young, Happy Valley, Oregon and Randy Young, Molalla, Oregon. Mom was preceded in death by her son, Norman Lindley, her parents and six other brothers and sisters.

Mom’s early years were spent living on “the 80 acres” near Haines, Oregon playing out on the farm with her many siblings. To be closer to the Veterans Hospital in Portland, Oregon the family moved to Oregon City where Edith attended Estacada High School. Her father worked in construction, loved to fish and could always be seen in his rocking chair, drinking coffee, looking out over the valley. Her mother was kept very, very busy with the ever expanding family.

Mom, still a teenager, decided one day that she was going to make her way to Port Townsend, Washington where her brother Jim worked in a lumber mill. That’s where she fatefully met her husband, Donald Lindley, who was working as a pin setter in the town bowling alley. They were married July 27, 1957. (Oh yeah, now I get to use Dad’s name “Dad”). Dad joined the Army in 1957 and they were off on their life adventures.

As we travelled to Germany and all corners of the United States, Mom was busy raising her two boys and trying to keep the households together. Dad was away quite often, so, saying Mom raised my brother and I is not a stretch. No stretch to say I’m proudly a momma’s boy either!

Besides lots of coffee, Mom enjoyed long walks with Dad and their various pooches, fishing, growing flowers in her gardens, quilting and playing Scrabble with her close friend Betty Bouroughs. Her family was her greatest love. When you saw Dad, you always saw Mom too. Her grand children and great grand children all spent time in her care at Grandpa and Grandma Squirrel’s house in Lacey.

Mom enjoyed road trips on the back of their motorcycle, especially in the company of Arvel and Candy. My parents also shared many days at car shows with Dad lovingly polishing their 1969 Plymouth Satellite.

They made it to Australia where she walked to the top of the bridge in Sydney to look down on the city and opera house. She was also able see kangaroos and koalas in the “wild”.

Mom spent the last couple years fighting through many different health issues. Always with a smile and always saying “I’ve been so lucky!”

We’re all being careful Mom! We’re taking care of Dad. We love you!