By Dr. Bruce Smith —— Bio and Archives--April 22, 2024
This week marked the end of an era in my family. Maxine, the last survivor of the four Moles daughters, passed away on Friday, April 19 at age 99. Gemma, Maxine, Marie, and Wanda defined a family for me, my two brothers, and the nine first cousins they brought into the world.
The Moles daughters were the children of Jess and Ethel Moles, all four born in the 1920s. Gemma was born in 1922, Maxine in 1924, Marie in 1926, and Wanda in 1929. When Wanda was born Ethel was just 22. Jess and Ethel came to New Castle, Indiana on a journey to Bellingham, Washington, a place Jess had seen from the deck of the battleship USS Tennessee when he was still a teenager. Jess and Ethel never left New Castle, so the girls grew up there in a tumultuous era of depression and war, and they all bore the scars of their family life in those difficult times.
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By Watsyxz on 2024 04 22
I so enjoyed reading this! It brought back my own family memories of long ago. Dr Smith you are so spot-on when you wrote, “They were ordinary, but for the greatest generation, ordinary was loving, and tough, and patriotic and remarkable.”
Thank you for sharing your family memories - lives well lived.
By Barbi on 2024 04 23
It is great that you have so many happy memories of them. We never know how we are impacting someone's life just with how we are living. There were 3 sisters and 1 boy in my grandma's family. I never got to know them much because I grew up in Calif. and they were all in the Chicago area. However, the little time I did spend with them made memories I have forever. Chatty and smiling at each other while peeling apples or playing Pinochle, I can still see them and hear their voices. Just being regular human beings can mark another person for life. Glad you had those wonderful times and now the wonderful memories.
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