My niece, Maxine Kathryn Toth (Mats) labeled my two-older sisters the Golden Girls as they reached their tender years of age: Kathryn age 90, Maxine, age 86.
Mats, is a wonderful care giving daughter of her Mother and Mats has a personality that all who meet her feel that they had known her as a true friend all their lives.
I suppose Mats developed her personality and sense of humor because she was an elementary school teacher and keeping those little devils in line requires a special personality. She had that personality.
She and her sisters Beverly and Janet had their hands full attending to the Golden Girl as she lived in Zephyrhills, Florida, and it was a chore to make all the trips to Florida from Homer City, Pa.to attend to their Mother’s care.
My sister Maxine always said, “God bless the person that has to deal with these girls when there is an issue in my treatment.These girls can be more than anyone would want to see coming in their office door!”
Maxine was a wonderful Sister and she was always a pleasure to be around. She loved her work as a nurse. I sometimes wondered how she could do this work.
In a trip back to Pa. to visit her, I found out that she was working the night shift at the hospital. She said that I should come up to the hospital, and she would have me “suit-up” and I could see some of her “little beauties” that was in her care.
I went to the hospital to the floor where Maxine met me and putting on a gown, mask and gloves I entered the tri-county emergency ward for infant care.
The little babies were all in their little beds and there was a mix of girls and boys; some appeared normal, some large for their new-born age, some were palm-of-your-hand size infants; some appeared content, others appeared to be of definite risk and frailty to an unprecented degree. Others appeared quite content in their beds.
One particular girl caught my attention. She was about 9 pounds in weight, had a lot of black hair, and it appeared to me that she should be home with her mother… not here in this critical-care ward.
Turning to Maxine, I asked, “What is wrong with this beautiful little girl? She looks perfect!” She should be at home in bed near her mother.
Maxine became emotional and said, “The doctors are not sure of how much of a brain she has!” At hearing Maxine’s words there were tears in my eyes and I asked, “How do you do this work? You are truly a remarkable woman.”
I walked out of the room and removed my gown and garb.
In talking again, I again ask how she could do this difficult work. She said she loved all the babies and caring for them, She said the only time it is really difficult is when a child passes, and you have to take them down to the Morgue.You cuddle them all the way there and you cry all the way back to the ward.
That trip is emotional and you cannot help but to feel love for the child and sorrow for the parents.
I last say my sister in October and she was fragile and thin and I knew that she was having difficulty. She rebounded some recently and was moved into the same assisted nursing home with my older sister Kathryn (90) years young.
My love of Maxine spanned many years. That love started when I was only four-years old living in the foothills of Pennsylvania. When she came walking down the road coming from school, there were many times when there was a surprise inside her coat or sweater.
Once there was a kitten, once a small dog, and another time a rabbit. All at these times they became my instant best friends. What more could a boy ask for than having a sister who gave him presents that were immediate toys and full of fun.
Maxine Kathryn Glessner Powell was a wonderful sister. I once wrote a post that ask, “How many sisters does a brother need?” The answer was, “All of them!” And there were five.
Now, I have lost another and it is heartbreaking. It is with a deep sorrow that she has passed. But it is gratifying to note that she loved life, giving all that she had to others.
I am so proud to say that she was a wonderful sister and friend. I will miss her terribly.
POWELL – Maxine Rummel, 86, Armagh, returning after 23 years in Zephyrhills, Fla., passed away May 20, 2015, at The Communities at Indian Haven Nursing Center, Indiana. Born April 9, 1929, in Seward, daughter of the late George and Agnes (Watson) Glessner. Also preceded in death by husband, Francis Powell; son, Ronald Rummel; brothers, William and George Glessner; and sisters, Lila Peters and Helen Luther. Survived by children, Jan Diehl, Monroeville; Beverly Mrosky, and husband, Jim, Armagh; and Maxine Toth, and husband, Bob, Homer City; daughter-in-law, Madeline Rummel, Pittsfield; grandchildren, Scott and Chad Rummel, Tonya Kelly, Thomas and David Diehl, Nicole Cerminara and Natalie Cox; great-grandchildren, Addison and Emerson Diehl, Timothy and Jason Diehl, Sophie Cerminara and Kellan Rummel; sisters, Kathryn Geyer, Seward; and Jacqueline Benemati, Louisiana; brother, Wayne Glessner, and wife, Thomasine, Michigan; and sisters-in-law, Dorothy Glessner, Johnstown; and Heidi Glessner, Indiana. Maxine was a retired registered nurse from Conemaugh Hospital, who was well-known for her quilting and was very active in her church, Alliance Church of Zephyrhills, Fla. Private graveside service and internment, Armagh Cemetery. Family assisted by Richard C. Stuart Funeral Home, Armagh. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Alliance Women’s group, Alliance Church of Zephyrhills, 6351 Fort King Road, Zephyrhills, Fla. 33541. Online condolences may be left at www.thestuartfuneralhomes.com.
Maxine was burried beside my Mother and Father in the family plot in Armagh,Pa. Cemetary. It is as it should be.
Love ya Sis!