This is the first in what we hope will become a continuing series of biographical sketches of people who were important to the history of northern Maine and who are still important as ancestors of folks who still live, work and play there.
“Lady
of the Allagash”
A Tribute by Shirlee Connors-Carlson
This tribute is made in honor of Pearl McBreairty Gardner
of Allagash and
Her great contribution to her country came in the form of
seeing all of her sons serve in the Armed Forces, which included the Army and
the navy, in both WW11 and the Korean War. Her sons were Lee Herman, John
Gordon, Dwight Gene, Warren Glen, Roy McClaren, Rodney James, Lewellen Wayne,
Bryden Merle, Thomas Murry, and William Conrad. Lewellen was her seventh son and
she would often quote the Bible, where it said it was a special blessing to be a
seventh son. Her sons all came home.
John Gordon was one of her sons in combat and received a
bullet and put his hand in his jacket, felt something warm, believing it to be
blood. It turned out to be peach juice, an item in his meal pack.
There were four daughters interspersed among the boys, they
were Sara Jane, Lucinda Mae, Phyllis Rose and Linda Lorraine.
Being a dignified but humble woman of her time, she never
talked of sacrifice, only privilege that her boys went to serve our Country.
Sarah Jane and Lucinda Mae, were named after the two of the
Diamond sisters, who were the first women to settle in the Allagash Region.
There’s more I could write about this great unsung Hero
of my lifetime. I was there. I saw, I benefited and I was nurtured by this
woman. A woman I was fortunate enough to have as my Aunt. This was a lady who
never complained about the hardships of long cold winters. One who warmed the
blankets at night and carried them upstairs to tuck around her children so they
would be warm in their beds. Beds that had to have clean sheets every Monday no
matter how freezing it was to hang those sheets outside. A woman who made ski
pants and jackets from adult winter clothing that was cast off. Knitting until
long into the night so that the children would have mittens and woolen caps on
their walk to school
In those long days of summer, she would be picking berries and wild apples for the winters jams and jellies. She, along with my mother, would slice apples, take a needle and thread and string the apples on a twine weight line and hang them in the attic. This was the supply for apple pies in winter. There was always hot cereal in the morning with hot biscuits and molasses to send the kids to school with a full tummy, as she would say it.
I could go on and on about this person, who scooped her
brood up and moved to
At the end of her life, she quietly told her children, " it's time now for me to go." She quietly slipped away with her multitude of children by her side. She will be remembered by her quiet and graceful manner in her home, always clean, neat and orderly. Always a jar of cookies, biscuits and the tea pot was always ready for guests that happened by in the afternoon or evening.
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