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CHARLOTTE STAAB
March 16, 1901 – October 12, 2003
It has been said:
When you are young you get blamed
for wrongs you never committed.
When you get old you begin to get credit for virtues you never
possessed.
I don’t know how it was when
Charlotte was very young – none of us were alive – but we all know
that the virtues Charlotte possessed have been very real and
constant throughout the 102 years of her life.
Yes, with Charlotte, what you see is
what you get. She was no pretense.
I first met Charlotte a little over
twenty years ago because she was a member of this church’s Pastor
search committee. The committee asked to meet with us, so Betty
and I flew down from Wisconsin and the meeting was held in
Charlotte’s home. I remember that evening vividly – and some how
she agreed with the committee to nominate me. She was gracious to
us then and, there after, hers would be a home we were always
welcomed in.
True, Charlotte was the oldest member
of this church, but more importantly she was an active and
supportive member during those 67 years. She served God through
this family of faith in countless ways.
It is noteworthy that in 1945, when
this church for the first time in its history elected women to the
Board of Deacons, Charlotte was in its first class. She would be
elected to that board to seven three year terms. The word Deacon
means one who serves and she certainly did. She also served on the
Board of Trustees and taught as well in our church school.
During my tenure as Pastor and
before, Charlotte was the financial recording secretary. This was no
easy task, recording by hand all the offerings by each member and
giving each person their receipts and providing envelopes for all.
She did this meticulous and as the church grew it became a
substantial effort.
It was only a few years ago that she
ended this task and, you know, it took a computer to replace her.
But, that of course, was less charming.
Everyone who knew her was captivated
by that certain radiant look she had. No one can deny that
Charlotte was outspoken but you wouldn’t give her the more strident
label as opinionated. What I have always liked about her was that
she was always up-front with me, as with others, about her concerns.
I know personally that no pastor ever satisfies everyone. But
Charlotte knew that and could live with that because she always
could see the whole picture beyond her own private desires.
But how often would I hear from her, “Dr. Porter, I want to have
a talk with you!” And year after year we had our little private
sessions and she told me openly and frankly what was on her mind –
in the similar straightforward way she did during the time of the
joys and concerns during our worship services.
What I really appreciated was that having gotten her concerns off
her chest, or asking the questions that she needed answered, she
then would be satisfied. She never tried to be divisive. She only
wanted things to go well and she never wanted to prevent that, only
to help. No one loved this church more or sought to increase its
mission and effectiveness as a church of Jesus Christ.
But openly outspoken she was.
I remember once asking another member
what her first encounter with Charlotte was. The woman replied that
she had just become an elder and had assisted in the worship
service. She said that after the service Charlotte said to her,
“You know dear, I think your dress was little too short!” She said
this with a touch of sweetness but that did not mellow her candid
objection – and she said this to a person, I know she admired, as
did we, Camilla Warrick.
But Charlotte was always a pleasant
parishioner to visit. She enjoyed the company and I know that for
you who did visit her, you received more that you gave.
Charlotte was born in the first year
of the 20th Century. Just think about how many dramatic
changes in our society she witnessed. Of course, many of these
changes may not have always been welcomed but, again, what was good
about Charlotte she didn’t live in the
past.
Truthfully, her life was not easy but
by hard and frugal living she always made the most of it.
Eventually she owned and operated her own business, the Queen City
Cleaning Service. She lived most of her life alone until after her
100th birthday. Her father died when she was young and,
after her mother died, there was no immediate family but certainly
there were many loyal friends.
I like what Bette Davis, the movie
star said. “Old age is not for sissies.” How true! And, you know,
that’s even harder for those who live alone. But Charlotte was no
sissy, but a gallant lady of courageous faith – a genuine person
that we all found so easy to love.
I suppose Charlotte’s age, so far out
ahead of most of us, made her more special, but not really. She was
really precious all along. She indeed was young at heart, had a
tidy soul, and she was hardly wasteful of the resources of her
life. Her last act of stewardship was to donate her body to the
University Medical School for
what ever worth it could be to them.
Many of you have told me about the
calls you would get from Charlotte, and especially about a caring
note you would receive from her – and she was doing this even up to
a few months ago. Frugal as she was, those notes always came from
cards she had herself received which she re-cut and pasted and
recycled into messages of love.
A couple of years ago, having had
surgery myself and, on one of those down days wondering why I wasn’t
yet able to dance about, I received such a card. It read, “O,
Dr. Porter: The church bulletins have been telling me you aren’t up
to par. Are you rushing your healing? Remember you ain’t as young
as you once were. Hugs, in absentia,
Charlotte.” It
was just what I, or anyone else, needed.
Yes, that was Charlotte, alright – always sweet and spicy together.
If any of us ever live to be 102, let it be as well as Charlotte
did. So we know this day to be both holy and great beyond the life
we will miss.
The last time she called me she said
that “you don’t have to hurry my funeral, just find a good time
when all my friends can be there.”
Well, we are here, Charlotte, and we
hope you are feeling our “Hugs, in absentia.”
Yes, thanks be to God for the
signature of Charlotte’s soul.
Amen.
Rev. Harold Porter
Mt. Auburn Presbyterian Church
Cincinnati, Ohio
October 19, 2003
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