Eleanor Vaden coast redwood memorial page

Mrs. Eleanor J. Vaden ..."the most peaceful place I have ever been in my life "

February 21, 1919 to September 26, 2017

by Mario Vaden (son)

Eleanor Vaden by a redcedar trunk as big as some some coast redwoods

This is a memorial page to my mother, Eleanor Jean Vaden. She was born 1919 in Kenora, Ontario, Canada, and passed away in sleep, September 2017, Medford, Oregon.

The photo above shows her at age 89, on Simpson Reed trail in Jedediah Smith park during her first visit to the coast redwoods. Later in Stout Grove, she said "this is the most peaceful place I have ever been in my life". And this forest is where she literally returns to the dust of the earth.

Ecclesiastes 12:7 " Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it."


Image: age 24, living in Toronto and working at a small arms factory during WW II


For mom and ourselves, her ashes were spread in two redwood forests, enabling her few surviving family and friends to pay respects in one of earth's most beautiful places. She was the last living among her 6 sisters and 5 brothers.

This page is unlike any other I've written, and took weeks to prepare. And by the end of November 2017, Eleanor Vaden's ashes were scattered among the two largest species on Earth. Some of you reading may find my other page helpful about leaving ashes in forest, especially the first paragraphs ... see placing ashes in the coast redwoods

October 3, 2017, my wife Jan joined me for a long drive to Kings Canyon and the Giant Sequoia forest, and some ashes were left in the general vicinity of the Giant Forest where General Sherman stands. Most were placed far to the north around Redwood National and State Parks near the spot my camera was placed for this image.

Continue reading following the image ...

 


Giant coast redwood Darth Vader in Redwood National and State Parks

 

My mother lived with us for almost 20 years and was part of our household. The night before she died was the most emotional because it was evident her last breath was coming before daylight, October 26th. Then I got restful and went to bed. The next morning Jan woke first, then told me mom passed in her sleep.

Mother near a large trunk in the park

The next day a peculiar but pleasant thought came, because I was the last person to serve mom, holding a glass with a straw so she could take a sip. I'm thankful we had a chance to keep her company near the end.

Although every day was not a cake-walk the last 20 years mom lived with us, it became evident I loved her more than realized. I'm glad I learned this, and it has changed me.


Image: British Columbia, 1957, near a western redcedar


My mother could tell this was coming from about September 20th. Between that day and October 26th, Jan took good care of mother, day and night as needs changed from week to week.

Although I lived with mom past high school years and into college, I realized I didn't recognize many people in two boxes of photos she gave me. So we spent two weeks of her last month looking at photos while she shared stories and names.

I was pleased to discover that two photos of my grandmother existed. Mom really loved her own mother a lot. She traveled to visit her own mom around summertime for about one full month every single year that grandmother lived. Grandma likewise lived to see age 98. She was born Paulina Ochicuska in Warsaw, Poland, 1889. Died 1987 in Kenora, Ontario.

Most photos of mom were taken outdoors. In one photo, she was near a gigantic trunk as wide as a redwood, that looked like a huge western redcedar. She said it was taken in British Columbia, right after she broke up with my dad when they were dating. I think that was 1957, before they got together again, then married.

Eleanor Mulski (Vaden) was always busy, employed working most of her adult years. She lived and worked in Ontario, Mannitoba and British Columbia. She was also an artist who painted mostly with oils. I saved a few paintings and drawings for our own home, and gave a few among our family to preserve her work.

Eleanor Vaden working as a promotional model

One photo was particularly interesting. The only color photo of all between 1930 and the late 1950s. It showed my mom working for Red Bear Products, October 14, 1959


Image: Vancouver B. C. working for Red Bear Products & their "Poster Girl"


I think Kiera Hulsey who helped me in the coast redwoods may find it interesting that my mother was a promotional model for a while. Red Bear asked if my mom would regularly work for them. But she wanted to stay in Vancouver to be at home. She did work local, and they produced posters showing her wearing the same outfit seen here at this store display.

It's not evident in any of the pictures she gave me, but I think mom gained her "green thumb" from my grandmother Pauline. I don't recall anything from the Ontario trip when I was two years old. That's the year we took the train ride across Canada. Apparently I cried so much that one man on the train dumped milk on my head. Actually ... I recall one thing vaguely, the sleeper compartments for resting at night.

Anyhow, mother took me to Ontario three more years consecutively around my ages 11, 12 and 13. I remember grandmother's garden where she grew vegetables. There were also chickens for fresh eggs.

Even this late around 1970, grandmother's house had no running water and cooking was done on a wood stove oven. But wow ... the pies were tasty. My mother would go into the nearby forest and pick buckets of blueberries. Then she and grandmother would bake fresh blueberry pies in the woodstove oven. I would also snack on fresh blueberries when I walked up the road, then down the trail to the Lake of the Woods to swim and play.

The forest species were different there in Ontario, but there were rocky spots mixed along the trail. One day near Jedediah Smith redwood park, about 2014, I had a "flashback" to the lake trail when I took the path from the parking area down to where the south and middle forks of the Smith River meet at a rocky point.

That path has a feel very much like the trail down the the Lake of the Woods. That's when I understood why so many people around Crescent City seem to speak of the river more than the redwood forest.

Eleanor Vaden sitting on a fallen trunk

As I'm writing this page, it's still a little unfathomable that mom is completely gone aside from a few ashes remaining to place in the forest. No breath, no thought, no voice.

Aside from a few public records and an archived news article, our love and memory is all that remains. And that seemed to be what she valued above everything her last few weeks. She asked a couple times, "you will remember me won't you?"

"Oh mom, if only you knew how much!!" I replied.

We went beyond the coast redwood park where she visited to include the giant sequoia grove. Mother will be the first, and maybe only woman to nourish the redwood forests around both of Earth's two greatest tree species. We chose eight spots total among both forests, including the vicinity of Spartan, General Sherman in addition to several other areas.


Image: near Toronto, about 1944


It's likely I'll think of mother every time I hike or explore in the coast redwoods from now on. Not in a sad way. The sadness has finally faded. It will be more along the lines of remembering her best qualities and making sure I nuture and share those in the road of life ahead.

The image below shows part of the trail in the Giant Forest. This is the general area where some of mom's ashes were left among that species of redwoods. Sequoia and Kings Canyon NP guidelines request some certain distance from trails and developed areas, but this is the vicinity where family or friends can both enjoy nature's finest and pay their respects to Eleanor Vaden.

So there's part of the story about mother. It may mean the most to my few relatives who read this page. But if you are a friend or acquaintence ... there's my mother, and a little bit about her. I will probably add a bit more in the months ahead.

Honoring Eleanor J. Vaden ...

From her son, Mario D. Vaden

 




Mrs Vaden cremated ashes lay to rest in the sequoia forest area of kings canyon


 

These are some of her brothers and sisters. They appear to be in their teen years, around 1935 give or take. The back row starting with the tallest, should be John, Eleanor (mom), Mike and Stanis. The front row is Paul, Claire and Pauline (short one). Paul died in a train accident years later while working.

Brothers and sisters outdoors in natural setting

 

This was her mother, whom she visited every year. My grandmother lost sight in one eye -- I don't remember the cause. She grew vegetables, raised chickens for eggs and collected kindling in the forest behind the nearby grade school. She was always busy doing something.

grandmother surrounded by leaves and plants

 

Her niece and husband ... Dianne and Deter. My cousin Dianne lives in British Columbia at the moment. My mother enjoyed their company very much. Deter has a German accent and was rather handy with tools and home projects. Dianne is about 14 years older than me, putting her birth year in the late 1940s.

grandmother surrounded by leaves and plants

 

Mom is sitting in the middle ... she is wearing her wedding dress, so this is also the day she married my father, Paul Vaden. The photo is stamped September, 1957. Vancouver, B.C.. Her sister Clair is on the left. Mom is in the middle.

sisters sitting with the dog

 

This is also mom & dad's wedding day. My uncle George and aunt Claire on to the left. Mom and dad are on the right. Mother was at least 5 years older than my father. We probably drove up to Canada to see George and Claire more often than most any other relatives. Almost yearly until I was about 16, a few years after my parents separated. Although their marriage failed, my father visited my mother to say hello often ... once or twice per month ... about as long as she lived.

Paul Vaden and Eleanor Vaden on wedding day

 

Uncle George and Aunt Clair out for a stroll. Another favorite photo. I guessed at the word under "White" for a search, and I'm fairly certain that's a restuarant called White Lunch, placing this scene near 865 Granville Street in Vancouver. I recall mother often mentioning Granville St. when I was a child.

aunt and uncle out for a walk passing the White Lunch restaurant on Granville Street

 

Eugene .. mother's boyfriend following WW II. Her handwriting note on the back of the photo says he's the one who taught her how to dance. In mom's last weeks, she told me Eugene asked her to marry him. My thought ... if Eugene was a fine man and gentlemen, I think this may be the man she should have married. Only mom knows the answer.

aunt and uncle out for a walk passing the White Lunch restaurant on Granville Street

 

This is my uncle Paul and mother's dad. I never met my grandfather. This is dated 1959, the year I was born. My first trip to Ontario was at age two, so grandfather passed away in that gap of time.

grandfather of Mario Vaden

 

Our family moved to the USA east coast first. Soon after, mom and dad drove across the country to Oregon. This photo is from 1962. Along the trip, late at night, dad stopped for fuel and mom went to use the restroom. He drove away thinking she had got back in, and was laying asleep next to me. I awoke after he drove like 60 to 100 miles and asked "where's mommy?". He drove all the way back quickly. Apparently they both were a nervous wreck. But it worked out.

travelling across the USA stopping by a monument

 

Mother at age 16 ... around 1935, in Kenora

travelling across the USA stopping by a monument