I remember one very special moment when listening to Lela’s stories in her home near Enterprise, Oregon, on the side of Ruby Mountain: a hummingbird flew through the open living-room door, flitted among her indoor geraniums, and then made a graceful exit. She said that happened a lot and that often wildlife would come snooping around her door—she welcomed these visitors, except for the skunks.
Spirit abounded in Lela’s home—whether it was her plants, her cats, the deer she could see grazing in the fields outside, or the spirits of those she loved. Lela was adamant that even though she lived alone, she wasn’t lonely the last thirty years of her life, after her husband Wayne Limbaugh passed on. If anyone brought up the topic, she would insist, “I am not alone.” Lela had the same strong belief in an afterlife as Ruth, Edna Fern, and Lyman did. I never discussed religious beliefs with my uncle Bob Haverfield, though his daughter Kathleen said that he would often go to church during the years when he lived with or near her in Idaho.
The last time I visited Lela, she said that her time on earth was coming to an end—she had a lot of physical discomfort that was never diagnosed because she didn’t want to be told that surgery would help. She said she was ready to go and didn’t want to prolong her life. I replied that we didn’t really get to make that decision, but she just looked at me with some inner knowing and I went on to another subject.
That visit was in June, 2012, and her four living children were with her when she died in September. I felt very fortunate to have had that last visit with Lela because I was able to read to her from the manuscript that became this website, and she added details to my descriptions, clarified events, or added more anecdotes—most importantly, she got a lot of joy from listening to these stories. There were no tears shed but only heartfelt laughter at the memories they brought to her.
Gathering these stories has made me feel very close not only to the storytellers but to Pluma, Percy, and even Joseph Arthur, who passed away when his children were very young.
This website is foremost dedicated to Mother, because her stories provide its framework and underpinnings:
Edna Fern Gladys Haverfield (Anderson)
It is also dedicated to her parents and her siblings, for it is their story too:
Pluma Estelle Anderson (Haverfield)
Joseph Arthur Haverfield
Percy Ernest Haverfield
Ruth Elizabeth Haverfield (Goodrich)
Lyman Arthur Haverfield
Robert Allen Haverfield
Lela Mern Haverfield (Limbaugh)