Mama's Funeral

A Tribute to My Mother, Betty J. Morton

betty jean whiteEulogy for Betty Jean Morton

By Marnie L. Marcus
Delivered 3/21/2017

Audio version: Eulogy for Betty Morton

My mother, Betty Jean Morton was born Betty Jean White on February 10, 1933 in Chattanooga, TN. She was the first child of five born to Thelma Brown White and Eugene R. White.  They lived in Athens, Tennessee at the time. This was a long trip by car back in those days and Betty was delivered by C-section with no anesthesia for her mother.

Mama graduated from Pekin High School in Pekin, Illinois. She has always been very intelligent and has been quite savvy with technology. After graduation she worked for an architect, lawyers, at TVA and assisted my dad in his dental office. She sang in the acapella choir in high school and loved to read.  In her younger years she read serious works like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky and Ayn Rand. I remember her telling me she read “War and Peace” and loved the “Fountainhead.”

Growing up, one of the visuals I have of Mama is her lying on her bed with her ankles crossed and an Agatha Christie paperback in her hand. She spent hours reading. I believe she read every Agatha Christie mystery multiple times. In her later years, she was an MC Beaten fan. She loved British Comedies and British Mysteries.

The Quintessential Southern Lady

Mama was always classy and refined. The quintessential southern lady, and always dressed stylishly and had her makeup on. The last time I saw her in the rehab center, she asked me for her purse so she could put on her eyebrows and lipstick. I had been in a rush that morning to take my boys to school and get up to Soddy-Daisy, I hadn’t even remembered to run a comb through my hair, much less put on makeup. I told her, “Mama, you have more makeup on than me. I completely forgot it.”

Music

Music always filled our home. Mama had me taking piano lessons at five, and she was always playing music. Music was something she and Daddy particularly shared in their later years. They often went to community concerts with Hayden and Ianna Poe.

I remember Mama taking Thad and me to the Red Bank pool for swimming lessons in the summer. We’d swim for hours, and then she’d buy us a hotdog and a sprite from the hot dog stand. Those always tasted so heavenly after we’d worked up an appetite. After we got home, it usually seemed to thunderstorm in Daisy on summer afternoons. She’d put on her Johnny Mathis or some Percy Faith and we’d take an afternoon nap in the thunderstorm.

Keen Sense of Observation that Bordered on Psychic

Lisa and Karen tell a story of when they were little and they lived in Brainerd. They had come home from school on a winter day and had gone down to a cul-de-sac near where they lived. There was a puddle there that was iced over, and Lisa pretended to be ice skating on it. When they got home, Mama said, “Now y’all better not have been sliding on any ice out there.”

When Mama left the room, Lisa looked at Karen and said, “She’s a witch.” To this day, neither of them knows how Mama was aware of the fact that Lisa had been sliding on the ice. The cul-de-sac wasn’t anywhere they normally drove, and Mama couldn’t have seen them from any window.

While Lisa might have thought Mama was a witch, Karen always referred to her as The Burning Bush – so let it be written, so let it be done. If Mama said something was going to happen, it happened. Once she’d promised them ice-cream but her VW bug broke down on the way home with groceries. She managed to get them home with the groceries and then took them back out for ice-cream. If she promised it, it would happen.

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Betty and Jack Morton, April 1966. 1 month before I was born.

Mama had a sixth sense about things, and it went really well with her giving nature. I remember one time when I was a young married mother with two children. I had been doing some laundry in our Ooltewah home, and realized I was out of fabric softener. Within an hour or so, who appeared at my door? Mama, bringing in a new bottle of fabric softener.

Mama would give you her last $20 bill. And she always paid you whatever she owed you down to the penny. She knew how to give, but she had trouble receiving. She wouldn’t let you give her anything without putting up a big fuss.

Generosity

When my older three children were little, my husband and I were struggling financially and Mama bought my children’s clothes. She kept them well dressed. It seemed like every time she came over she brought some clothes for the kids or some grocery item for me. And every time she came, she helped me clean or do laundry. She loved to do laundry and iron. She had Lisa and Karen ironing pillow cases when they were little. She joked that she hoped when she went to heaven they’d let her work in the laundry.

At Christmas, she always wanted things to be fair – or at least look fair. Even if they really weren’t. She bought almost all of my kids’ Christmas for several years. She would only put hers and daddy’s names on a couple gifts – the same number as what she’d given other grandchildren. And then she’d put Santa or even my name on the other gifts so it looked like the gifts were not all coming from her.

Work Ethic

Mama had a work ethic that would not stop. Last summer, when their riding lawn mower broke, Mama weed eated her entire front lawn herself. She did it in little bits and pieces of time. And it looked immaculate. Not bad for an 83-year-old.

She taught her children to work, and being a hard worker covered a lot of other ills in her mind. Didn’t much matter what else a person did, if they were a hard worker and cared about other people, they were okay in Mama’s book. She wasn’t one to judge, but being lazy was not something she admired.

Her father taught her how to work, and she often lamented in her later years that she made her children work too much. But I really don’t think any one of us would agree with that. Yes, we had to work, but that work ethic has served us well and has passed down to our own children.

I remember Mama teaching me how to vacuum. She’d let me do it for a minute or two and then she’d stop me and say, “Let me show you.” Then she’d have me stand there and watch her do the job. You didn’t dare walk away. You were expected to watch and learn the proper way to do a task. To this day, I can’t stand by while other people are working, and I not be doing something myself.

About 8-10 years ago, I went to one of the Days of Service the church held in downtown Chattanooga. We were cleaning up yards in a rundown neighborhood. When everyone piled out of the cars and into the yard of this particularly disheveled home, everyone stood there, a bit overwhelmed about how to begin. It was bad.

I assessed the situation and started assigning people to do what I saw needed to be done. Later, the son of the woman who lived there asked if I was in charge. I said I wasn’t. He said, “Oh, I thought you were since you seemed to know what you were doing.”

I think this was the first time I realized how valuable my mother’s instruction had been growing up. I instinctively knew how to take an overwhelming task, break into pieces and get it done. Mama taught me that. When I got home, I called her and thanked her because I knew that was from her.

Discernment

Mama had a keen sense of discernment. It sliced through error and left only clarity and truth. My dad said she could size up a political candidate faster than he could.  And anybody who knows Daddy, knows how sharp he is in that regard.

I remember in my youth, times when she warned my dad not to do business with certain people. Sure enough, those were the people who took advantage of his easy going nature and trust. Mama never got it wrong.

Not only did she discern the evil, but she saw the good. She saw the good in her children and cheered us on. My sister Karen once gave Mama a jewelry box that played, “The Wind Beneath My Wings.” Mama was the wind beneath all our wings. And the words are so fitting:

Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Family History

Mama carried within her heart a great love of family history. She did mounds and mounds of family history and documented it thoroughly. She not only did her own family history, she also did daddy’s and Chris’ and Glenn’s. She loved the temple and she saw that temple work was done for more people than I could possibly count.

The departed were not simply names on a pedigree chart to Mama. They were real people with stories. She knew all the family history stories of her family and my dad’s family. I often went to her when I was writing my historical fiction novels because she was such a treasure trove. Her mind was sharp and she remembered details.

Here’s another example of how her sixth sense went to work in combination with her other gifts. When I was writing An Uncertain Justice, which was about my 2nd great grandfather’s murder that occurred during the same period as my paternal grandparents met and married, I was digging into a lot of family history. My dad had mentioned to me that he was at the family history library working with Mama when he found some record of a grandfather on his Springfield line who had fought for the Confederacy  during the Civil War and was a deserter at Shiloh.

Since the novel I was writing was about how the Morton’s and the Springfields came together through the union of Sherman Morton and Edna Springfield, and since the Morton’s where Union veterans, I crafted this fun scene. It was about how the Union and Confederate backgrounds would clash alongside some of the other contrasts of these two families. I wrote a scene which I was very proud of. It was rather comical, and I had no intention of ever cutting it from the book.

I told no one about this scene. Not a soul. The same week I’d written it, I went to a Church Stake Conference and Mama sat down next to me and handed me a purple 3-pronged folder and said, “Here, you might need this.” I opened it up and there inside were the enlistment papers of this Springfield grandfather in the Union Army alongside his honorable discharge papers.

It was as if this grandfather had been reading my manuscript over my shoulder and said, “You do not make me a Confederate, and you do NOT make me a deserter.” Mama was so in tune, she rounded up those papers for him and delivered them into my hands.

Freedom

Mama wrote recently,

“I am very old and in spite of wars and trouble (we are never going to be free of trouble) it was a good life and good people.

I’d like my grandchildren and gg children to know life in the past wasn’t all bad. I’ve had an interesting and exciting life at times. I lived in Germany 8 years after WW2 and saw places that weren’t free, saw burned out buildings from the war still there.”

Mama and Daddy both shared a love for freedom. She was a strong advocate of the US Constitution and was very vocal in her sphere of influence. She loved her country, and she was always concerned that her children and grandchildren live in freedom.

Faith

Probably what stands out most about Mama was her faith. She joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints back in 1970 along with my two older sisters, Lisa and Karen. Mama was the first in our immediate family to join the Church and we all owe our faith to her. She rarely ever missed a Sunday. She often said if she felt a little bad, she’d go anyway because by the time church was over, she’d be feeling good again.

Mama loved Relief Society and served in many capacities including Relief Society President, Meetinghouse Librarian and Family History Consultant. Back in the old days she made fudge with the Relief Society sisters, and they’d sell it as a fund raiser. She’d drive her old VW bug up to Knoxville for church meetings, even though the thing would break down on the way almost every time.

Mama had an amazing understanding of the gospel of Jesus Christ. She taught me the mysteries of God and we shared many long conversations about life, and faith. She was my sounding board and my confidant. Mama exposed me to good books. I used to love to rummage through her bookshelf and find gospel treasures.

Prayer

I remember her praying with us each morning before school. She’d listen to Luther on the radio, turn it down for a minute, say a prayer over our orange juice, toast and eggs and then turn Luther back up.  If I had a test that day, she’d say, “Say a little prayer.” In fact, before anything I was anxious about Mama would tell me to, “Say a little prayer.” That advice has served me well throughout my life. I did not doubt that Mama knew that prayer worked.

If any one of her family, friends, children or grandchildren were struggling in any shape or form, Mama would put their names on the temple prayer rolls.

Throughout everything I have done in my life, my mother has been my cheerleader, my greatest fan. I believe there is nothing more priceless in life than to have someone who believes in you, who will acknowledge the heavy burdens you carry, show sympathy, but have the faith that somehow, someway you’re going to pull through.

Mama was a person I knew I could go to and ask her to pray for me. I knew her mother’s love would cut through the clouds like a beacon of light and call down the blessings of heaven upon my head. I am so blessed to have had a mother who let me know in a million ways that I am loved, that I matter to her and that I matter to God.

betty mortonMother’s Love

The Apostle Paul wrote, “Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” I feel and know that the same goes for mothers. Height, nor depth, nor any creature can separate me from my mother’s love. It is pure and holy, timeless and eternal as the love of my Savior. Her love IS my Savior’s love.

Nothing could ever restrain Mama’s love for us or her tender loving care. She has always been our angel mother, and she will ever be… now with more power and glory and even more access to the Savior’s grace.

I feel her near. She is with me in my thoughts. She is forever in my heart. Forever in my soul.

I am overcome with joy that she is in a beautiful place, in the arms of her Savior, her Heavenly Father, who she adored and served ever faithfully. I’m sure she has been greeted by throngs of loved ones and ancestors.

Not many people on this earth are blessed to have the kind of love we have enjoyed from our mother, grandmother and friend. Our hearts break now because it feels we have lost a huge piece of ourselves. She was so much a fabric of the foundation of our lives. But I know she is not lost to us. She will never be forgotten, and she is ever with us. She’s in heaven, preparing a place for us with Granny and Papaw White and Sherman and Edna, Aunt Thadda, and her old lunch bunch friends like Katie and Al Adamz and Marvin and Sarah May.

We teach in this church that families are forever. But Christ-like friends are forever too. Joseph Smith taught that the same sociality that exists here will exist with us there.

Mama left this earth on the afternoon of March 15, 2017, in her own home, in her own bed, and was greeted by a heavenly throng of family, friends, and ancestors who honored and cheered for her as she met her Savior.

Mama can say as the Apostle Paul, “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day.” 2 Timothy 4:7-8

May we all remain faithful and join her in those eternal realms of glory, is my prayer, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

Enjoying Today

I woke up around 5:30 this morning with a relationship on my mind.  I began praying for some insights on it and fell asleep.

I had a dream and in the dream four women lost their husbands in an explosion during a war.  One of the women was the queen. Her son was incredibly distraught over the loss of his father.

Years later the boy became a warrior, living by his wits. He sold a homely old gentleman a bag of lemon drops saying they were a potion that would bring the man a bride.

His girlfriend asked him why he did such a thing to the poor man.

He replied, “I made a commitment to myself that anyone who put their trust in me, I would give him what he asked of me.”

She asked, “So will his belief and faith make him receive what he believes he will receive?”

He replied “that or he’ll learn that in the end we lose everything that matters to us, so it doesn’t matter.”

The girl tried to argue that this wasn’t true, but he was insistent that it was.  We lose everything in the end.

Enjoy each other todayAs he sat at his desk, the girl put her arms around his neck from behind, leaned into his ear and said, “Why don’t we enjoy each other fully today instead of holding back because we are afraid we’ll lose each other tomorrow.”

Interesting how elequently the subconscious mind can send you the message you need.

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

Divorced in a Forever Family Faith

There is something about going through a divorce that makes you feel like the foundation of your world has been ripped out from under you. Even if the marriage relationship wasn’t good or wasn’t fully supporting you, there’s still this illusion that you have lost the very foundation of your life.

Without that foundation, it’s tough to find your footing. Even if you’re happier for the change, there is still an unsettled feeling that you don’t really fit like you used to. If you’re a person of faith, this can be even more pronounced.

The first phenomenon I experienced (and I see others like me experience) is the desire to withdraw, lick your wounds and pull back from anywhere in your life that reminds you that you’ve fallen short, failed or don’t fit in anymore.

As a Latter-day Saint, in a faith that believes marriage is meant to last FOREVER, church can become one of those places. You sit in meetings and hear people talk about how grateful they are for their ETERNAL families. And you think, “So where does that put me?” Then again when I was married and people gushed in gratitude for their eternal marriages, I thought, “Why am I not thrilled about this? Doesn’t seem like such a blessing to me.”

eternalfamilyI’m the music person at church, so I’m usually given a theme for the talks for the month, then I select the songs to match. The first month after the divorce, the theme was “forever families.” I almost decided to ditch church for the month. How was I supposed to sit through an entire month of Sundays on that subject?

Then, I realized bailing wasn’t the answer for me. When waters are troubled, it’s not smart to jump out of the boat. So I hung on. Besides, since I’m the pianist, I wasn’t going to be able to silently slip out of sight without anyone’s notice.

I decided to call a supportive friend and tell her how I was feeling. Once I voiced the thoughts, the feeling neutralized. I managed that month just fine and every one since.

Many LDS people tell me they feel judged after a divorce, that they don’t fit in, that they are the odd ball. I can honestly say, I’ve never felt that way. I’ve been treated amazingly well. The men at church make sure I have what I need and are incredibly thoughtful. And I’ve never felt an ounce of judgment from anyone. I’m wondering how much of that is because I made a conscious choice to ignore the negative thoughts that were streaming into my head… realizing where they were coming from.

The next thing that came up for me was the shameful thoughts that I could no longer be the leader of Light Bearers (or Christian entrepreneurs). “Nobody’s going to listen to you anymore. You’ll lose your Christian audience. You have the big D on your forehead.” Instead of letting this get to me, I posted my feelings in a private Facebook group of 40 Light Bearers… sharing with them what was going on, what thoughts were slamming me, and telling them I planned to lead anyway and share my journey.

The outpouring of encouragement was amazing. The negative, “You can’t lead Light Bearers anymore” thought fled out the window, never to return.

I think a lot of divorced people get slammed with negative thoughts, and they keep the thoughts to themselves. They don’t feel safe in sharing them. When we nest on our negative thoughts, it’s easier to succumb to them. When we have the courage to voice those thoughts, and let the right supportive people know what we’re experiencing, we can overcome the mind games of the adversary and get on with our lives.

I’m incredibly grateful for the beautiful people who have helped me navigate the last couple years. They have supported me staying the course through my dark nights of the soul and have helped me believe that I still have value, even if my life isn’t cookie cutter ideal.

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

Coincidences or God-Winks?

Are you noticing the little tender mercies in your life? My friend Laura West calls them, “God winks.” Lately, Elijah, my 13-year-old, has been teaching me about acknowledging them.

For school, Elijah’s been making a physical map of Georgia out of a big cookie.

Elijah’s one of my very responsible, “get it done” children. He’s also incredibly honest. The other day he found a $10 bill at school and gave it to the teacher. His older siblings said he should have kept it, that it would never get back to the person who lost it. If he finds stray change around the house, he brings it to me. In fact, as I was writing this blog, he walked into my office and set a nickle on the desk in front of me.

Elijah’s also one of the few children I have who tells me about school projects ahead of time. The Georgia cookie project was due Friday (today). He made sure I bought the food coloring he needed Tuesday. He suggested I make the cookie Wednesday, but I didn’t get around to it until early afternoon Thursday.

Tuesday, he said his teacher suggested he bring the project to school in a pizza box. We rarely buy takeout pizza. I said, “Hmm… I guess I could grab a Little Caesar’s pizza this week.”

Georgia Physical Map Cookie Project

Elijah’s Georgia Physical Map Cookie Project

Wednesday night, after church, my brother-in-law (who works with the youth and gives my kids a ride to church) decided to buy my kids two pizzas and some cheesy bread on the way home from church. They had dinner before they left, so he had no reason to do that, but he was buying some for his daughter’s family. He’s one of those sweet men who never wants my kids to feel left out.

Elijah walked in my bedroom, offered me a piece of cheesy bread, and said with wide-eyed wonder, “Mom, I needed a pizza box for my project. And I got a pizza box.” The tender mercy was not wasted on this boy.

Marnie and Jillian at Heritage High Generals Band Pinning Ceremony

Marnie and Jillian at Heritage High Generals Band Pinning Ceremony

Last night (Thursday), I went to my daughter’s band concert and pinning ceremony at the high school and left Elijah making his Georgia project at home with this older brother.

About half-way through the concert, Elijah texted me, “Mom, can you buy some graham crackers for my project?”

I’d gone shopping Wednesday afternoon and for some unknown reason felt a compulsion to buy graham crackers. My kids aren’t really into them that much. In fact, I almost put them back toward the end wondering, “Why am I buying these graham crackers? Other than they are a good deal?” I left them in the cart and checked out.

So when I received Elijah’s text last night, I responded, “You’re in luck. I bought some yesterday. They’re in the pantry.”

It was a simple thing, but for me it was a God-wink. Yes, it saved me a trip to the store last night, but more importantly I finally felt like one of those good mothers who psychically knows what her children need before they need it. This has never been me. It was MY mother. When I was a young struggling mother, my own mother would do things like appear at my door with a bottle of fabric softener the very day I ran out.

I swore she was psychic. She was probably just incredibly observant. But the woman does that kind of thing all the time. In Elijah’s God-wink, God winked at me too.  Maybe there is hope for me becoming half the mother my own mother is.

All of these things could be chalked up to seeming coincidences. But I would rather look at them the way Neal A. Maxwell described:

You and I may call these intersectings ‘coincidence.’ This word is understandable for mortals to use, but coincidence is not an appropriate word to describe the workings of an omniscient God. He does not do things by “coincidence” but instead by ‘divine design.'”

I don’t believe this series of little events was about a cookie project or saving trips to the store. This was about letting an honest, responsible 13-year-old boy know that God knows him, looks out for him and provides for him. It was about letting his mother know she’s okay and that the Lord is guiding her in little things with her children.

I’d love to hear your “God-wink” stories… please leave them in the comments below.

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

Shhhh… The Meaning of Life Is Simple

I’ve spent the bulk of my adult life analyzing the world, what makes people tick, attempting to discover the whys and wherefores of life. Looking for the patterns in the chaos.  I’ve gotten some incredible insights and understanding along the way. Yet, lately I’ve been questioning the questioning. Is all that analysis necessary?

I was out for a drive this morning and asked myself a couple questions:

What if spirituality is as simple as giving whatever doesn’t serve you to Jesus and letting it go?

I mean really letting it go. Stop the activities that no longer serve you and let go of the guilt, the shame and the blame. After all, He’s got it now – right?

What if the meaning of life is as simple as to love deeply, to bring love wherever you go – your home, your family, your work, your friends and colleagues, or even the grocery store clerk?

As this thought entered my mind, I immediately thought of my Granny. I can’t recall that she spent her days analyzing the world or trying to save it. But she loved with all she had. It oozed out her fingertips into her food. It radiated from her eyes and her lips in her smile. Everybody loved Granny, because Granny loved everybody.

What if the secret to a happy life is loving like Granny did?

At the thought, a warm feeling of peace swept over me. I felt a resounding YES from God, angels and any heavenly hosts who may have been in the vicinity of my car. YES, love like Granny did. Focus on your family, make them feel loved and cherished, bring all the love you have and are to those around you.

In my quest for an amazing life, I am coming to understand that it is the simple things. The ordinary day-to-day acts of kindness, the kind smiles from twinkling eyes, and the warm hugs from loving arms are what make life incredible.

Even when cash flow is tight, your life can be amazing. Even when there are challenges and worries, life can be amazing – if there is LOVE.

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About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

In Search of a Chivalrous Man

A chivalrous manI’m one of those high-achieving women who earns her own living, mows her own lawn, patches her own water lines, and pioneers innovative trails. Yet, don’t let that self-sufficiency fool you for a second, if given the choice, I’d choose a chivalrous man.

Chivalrous men are a dying breed, and some people are glad of it. The Urban Dictionary says, “Chivalry is something that people always say is dead, but no one seems to know what the hell died.”

I know what died, and I’m mourning its departure. If chivalry is dead, I believe it may be we women who slaughtered it. We basically told chivalrous men that they were no longer needed, that they weren’t important, that we could get by just fine without them. We handed men our virtue (which they were once honor-bound to protect) and said, “It’s worthless to us, take it, trample it. There’s no need to buy the cow anymore, we’ll give you all the milk you want for free.”

When we held our virtue sacred, we wielded a power that persuaded men to commit, to remain true, to value and honor us, to protect their children, to provide for their families — to be an active part of making family life work. As a gender, we tossed that aside because we wanted to be “more like men.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for women being all they can be in this world. I’d go bonkers without my entrepreneurial pursuits. I know we’ve made immense strides in women being treated with respect. Yet, somewhere along the way, we threw away something beautiful. I know scads of heterosexual woman who would say their hearts crave what we tossed away … a man of courage, honor, integrity, and courtesy … a man who is ready and willing to help the weak and gallantly protect women.

I’m probably going to catch a lot of flak for this, but I want to go on record as saying…

– Give me a man who sees me struggling with a light fixture and pitches in to help.

– Give me a man who tells me the truth, a man whose word is his bond.

– Give me a man who honors and values women and who doesn’t use their images for self-stimulation instead of taking the time to build a true connection with me.

– Give me a man who respects and honors my womanhood, who will champion my cause, lighten my load and be a true companion on the adventure.

– Give me a man who is courteous and kind, who thinks about someone other than himself and seeks to lift and serve others.

– Give me a man with passion for life who works hard, plays hard, and loves completely.

– Give me a man who truly listens to me, takes the time to connect with my heart, and then becomes an advocate and a supporter of my dreams.

– Give me a man who admires my physical beauty, but adores even more the beauty of my soul – because he really sees and values ME for who I am inside.

Yes, long live the chivalrous man! Some of us still value you!

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

My Daddy the Bird Whisperer

I’ve always known that my dad had a way with people, but it seems he also has a way with birds. He sent me these photos today of a bird he coaxed into coming to him, letting him pick it up and become its friend.

taming a cat bird

taming a cat birdHe found this catbird on his car port and started talking to it. It walked toward him and let him pick it up. It squirmed a bit at first, but then it finally relaxed as he held it in his hands. For perhaps thirty minutes he talked to it in soothing tones until he finally opened his hand. Rather than fly away, it climbed up on his back.

I remember when I was young he found another cat bird in the house that had come in through the chimney. He caught it and held onto it a while. When he took it outside, it didn’t want to leave him. Finally it flew into a tree and kept talking to him for some time.

The trick, he says, is to hold onto the bird, restrain it just enough to keep it from getting away, but use no more force than you have to. It’s about building trust and letting it know you mean it no harm. It’s still a mystery to me that he can talk to it and make it come to him and let him pick it up.

I think there’s a lesson here about building trust with not only birds, but also with people. In my father’s career as a dentist this ability to engender trust and set people at ease came in very handy. In the last years before he retired, he only accepted patients by referral. People came from states away to be cared for by this gentle man with a way of calming others.

My dad said he first learned to work with birds as a boy when he hypnotized chickens to stand on their heads with their feet in the air. This is the first I’d heard of this so he suggested I Google it. Sure enough, here’s a video someone posted on how to hypnotize chickens. The final method in the video is the one my dad used as a child…

Anyway, such fun! I’m completely fascinated. How about you? 🙂

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Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.

Christmas Blessings

I’ve been very blessed this Christmas to have all six of our children home as well as the addition of our new daughter-in-law. We spent a traditional Christmas Eve at my mom and dad’s house, but with an new twist. We added some music to the evening. Jillian sang “O Holy Night,” Elise (my daughter-in-law) sang “Silent Night” and our eldest son Caleb sang, “Angels We Have Heard on High.” Unfortunately, the video of Elise only caught the back of her head, and I’ve posted Jillian singing “O Holy Night” before.

So here’s Caleb singing “Angels We Have Heard on High.” Merry Christmas from our family to yours!

About Marnie Marcus

Marnie (Pehrson) Marcus is a best-selling author and marketing and social media consultant specializing in digital content creation and Facebook Ad Management. Get a FREE 20-minute strategy session with Marnie here.