Just Dangerous Enough

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My Grandmother was tiny—she didn’t quite make it to five feet tall. Born in the wilds of Alberta at the end of the 19th century, she lost her mother when she was just 10 years old and her baby sister was three. Her dad worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway and was often gone for long stretches of time.

For the first few months after her mom’s death, Elsie ran their home. Until she started buying more candy than food at the grocer’s! After that, she and her sister lived with their aunt in Vancouver and started attending the Salvation Army church. By her mid-teens, Elsie was a soprano soloist with the Army, singing on street corners and regularly attracting a small crowd. She attended secretarial school and worked in an office for a while, but felt the tug to head to Winnipeg to train to become an Officer for the church.

One afternoon a handsome older man heard her sing. He was immediately smitten, and so was she. Elsie had just enough of the rebel in her spirit to choose a man 12 years older, one who was divorced and a former gold miner to boot! They married very quickly and the idea of Winnipeg and officer training faded into the distance.

They had three children in quick succession and Elsie was pregnant with the fourth when they decided to move to California. They raised their four children in several different neighborhoods in the greater Los Angeles area, Elsie working full-time for most of those years. Elsie Hobson was an early subscriber to the feminist ideal of equal pay for equal work!

At the age of 54, she bought a house in the San Fernando Valley and she and Harry began a nursery school. The school was such a success, they added a second one that eventually became a private elementary school.

Elsie had a gentle demeanor that disguised an iron will and a determined spirit. Despite serious health complications, she continued to work at those schools until she was in her 80s. Her husband died when she was 70, and she kept both schools going until her eyesight completely failed her and her heart gave out.

She learned how to drive when she was 60 years old. I remember her shooting backwards out of the driveway, her head barely visible above the steering wheel! Talk about dangerous. Oh yes, this woman was dangerous, in just about every way I can think of.

I never learned about the training school in Winnipeg until I, too, was in my early 50s. By then she was living in a care facility that was on my commute during the first few months of my pastoral work here in Santa Barbara. I did a lot of driving in those early weeks and each week, I would stop and visit with her as I headed north.

Elsie would grab my hand and say, “Diana, you’re finishing what I started and I’m so, so glad!” I would smile and say, “Thanks, Nonnie. I’m glad I’ve got your story in my heart as I step into this new role.”

She was small and quiet, but I tell you what—the heart of a lion beat in the chest of my grandmother. Her encouragement meant the world to me as I ventured out into my own midlife adventure. Elsie Thompson Hobson was not a perfect person—who among us is? She made mistakes; she stepped on toes. She sometimes bungled the whole parenthood gig. But she was brave and strong and good. She was just dangerous enough to cut her own path through life. I often remember her courage as I cut a path through mine.

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Diana Trautwein
Married to her college sweetheart for over 40 years, Diana is always wondering about things. She answers to Mom from their three adult kids and spouses and to Nana from their 8 grandkids, ranging in age from 3 to 22. For 17 years, after a mid-life call to ministry, she answered to Pastor Diana in two churches where she served as Associate Pastor. Since retiring at the end of 2010, she spends her time working as a spiritual director and writes on her blog, Just Wondering. For as long as she can remember, Jesus has been central to her story and the church an extension of her family. Not that either church or family is exactly perfect . . . but then, that’s what makes life interesting, right?
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Comments

  1. Kisa Macdonald says:

    I love this. So beautiful. Thank you.

  2. Lynn D. Morrissey says:

    Diana, I think I know where you get some of your feistiness, your lioness spirit! Don’t you love the strong women who were the architects of your feminine heritage. My grandmothers, great aunt and aunt were like this too. And my mother! She is quiet and shy, yet her strength still undergirds our entire family in what I don’t think we can even fathom. My hat’s off to Elsie and her determination, guts, and bravada. My hat’s off to you, who follow in her dangerous footsteps.
    Blessings,
    Lynn

  3. LOVE this, Diana. Family stories, history, inheritance. It’s all so important.

    • pastordt says:

      It is important, with tendrils extending back in time and forward into the next generation, yet to be born. I’m so glad God put us in families, even though they can sometimes be the source of a great deal of pain. Fortunately, mine was a pretty rich one. Plenty of dysfunction, pain and messiness, but overall? Lots of love.

  4. Erin Wilson says:

    I have no idea why, but I wept when i read “Diana, you’re finishing what I started and I’m so, so glad!”

    Diana, may you have a greater and greater sense of being part of the great cloud of witnesses, of being a powerful link in the chain of faithful women stretching back through time. You are the beautiful llegacy of a beautiful legacy.

    • pastordt says:

      I pretty nearly wept when she told me, too. That was a piece of her story that I had never known before that day. And somehow it served as both benediction and confirmation as I very tentatively made my way into the world of professional, paid ministry at the age of 52!! Thank you so much for your beautiful and kind words, my friend.

  5. rachel blazer says:

    a dangerous legacy- beautiful!

  6. What a tribute! Thanks for introducing us to this amazing woman.

    • pastordt says:

      You’re welcome, Michele. A very different take on this month’s theme, but fun to remember.

  7. Bev Murrill says:

    That’s where you get your guts from then, Di!

    • pastordt says:

      Don’t know about guts, Bev. Feistiness, that I will own, however. And yes, a good share of that likely came down through that line. 🙂

  8. Brought a smile to my face. Sweet story.

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