My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
— Psalm 73:26
June of 2009 was a sad month for celebrity followers, with the passing of Ed McMahon, Gale Storm, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Each gained a measure of reknown in their time, and their personal lives became fodder for the public to relish in their triumphs and tragedies.
Yet their passings are overshadowed for me by that of my mother, Mary Lee (Ross) McCutchen, at age 86, on June 27, 2009.
Mary Lee Ross was born in Ringgold, Georgia, in 1922, a child of a mountain farming family. One of the youngest of a large family, Mary Lee learned early the hardships of that life as her father died when she was only about 12. To help support the family farm she went to work in the textile mills — yes, before there were child labor laws. It was the height of the Great Depression, and farmers too, who at least could grow most of their own food, suffered. The stories she told me of those days of struggle would curl your hair and makes the “Great Recession” of 2009-2011 pale in comparison.
When WWII broke out Mary Lee, along with sister Helen, joined the U.S. Navy as a WAVE. Stationed in Pennsacola, Florida, she met the man who would be her husband and my father, until his passing just last year. Mary Lee and Philip McCutchen were married at the famous Peabody Hotel in Memphis, in a group ceremony that seemed to celebrate the closing days of WWII in February, 1945. Mary Lee then became a Navy wife, as my father made a 20-year career of the Navy.
Being a Navy enlisted man’s wife meant making-do with little. And we did. Yet she always had a song or whistle on her lips as she worked to raise me and my two sisters. Today I find myself humming a tune or a verse of song and smile, knowing where that habit came from. I will remember how Mom shared wisdom with me and others. Not scholarly education but common sense principals that are still with me today. She was a quiet believer in God and the salvation of Jesus Christ whose heart was never in doubt. For that, and so much more that I could fill a book, I will forever be grateful.
Always open to listening to whatever was on your mind, she could easily bring out what was going on your head, and help you understand it. She was also always busy with her hands and mind. Her favorite pastimes were reading, working puzzles and making quilts for children, grandchildren, and the children and grandchildren of her sisters and other kin.
Mary Lee (Ross) McCutchen is survived by her three children, Philip, Karran and April as well as four grandchildren, Mary, Scott, Emerald and Keeley.
She will be interred with her late husband at Chattanooga National Cemetery — close to the mountains where she was born and raised and forever called home.