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Survivor Stories / Tributes

Mary McCormick

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For the wife of Michael McCormick, the daughter of Lindsey and LaVerne Doty, the mother of Molly and Karen McCormick and the grandmother of Carrie Cullen, Laura Duncan, Grant Duncan and Travis Duncan, you are so missed and loved.

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It is in the small things we see it.
The child’s first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
cover your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you’ll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you’ll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
-Anne Sexton

Diane Doty was born August 12, 1938 in a small shanty in Klamath Falls, Oregon as her parents moved there to take work during the Depression. Fortunately, her father, Lindsey, obtained a job with Sears and was moved to the store in Seattle, WA. They lived on Capitol Hill where Mom remembered each house having to have one bucket of sand on their porch to douse fires during WW II in case of enemy attack. The family eventually settled in Eugene,OR. She attended the University of Oregon and was introduced to Michael H. McCormick by a mutual friend, Robert Geddes. Michael and Diane were married in 1959 and, in 1960, Michael was commissioned into the Army as a 2nd Lieutenant.
They moved to Germany as a young married couple and, as there was a curfew for the Army folk, would occasionally sneak back on post after curfew by driving through the back gate without turning on their headlights. They had their first child, Molly, in Germany. The next tour of duty was in Ft. Benning, GA where their second child, Karen, was born. Diane survived two tours of Vietnam as a single parent and resumed the Army life moving around to Ft. Leavenworth, KS; Ft. Benning, GA; Kitzingen, Germany; Ft. Sill, OK; Washington, D.C.; and, finally Vancouver Barracks in 1982.
She expounded the virtues of grammar and sentence structure to high school students in Georgia, Oklahoma, Washington and Oregon. Diane retired in 2000 and enjoyed keeping up with her four grandchildren, visiting with friends, volunteering, and traveling extensively.
Her travels took her to Bali, Mexico, Germany, and many other places. She was starteled in Hong Kong when served still wriggling shrimp on a skewer but, mercifully, plopped them in the hot pot. She traveled with Karen during her days as a flight attendant. Diane’s favorite trip was Karen’s last trip to Paris with American Airlines. The crew managed to squirrel away 6 bottles of fine champagne that they were able to take to a restaurant and toast Karen’s retirement. A little French man leaned over to the table of diners and told them they should not drink so much or they would get drunk. We sort of thought that was the point!
We will miss her wit, her cooking, and her gracious ways. She would want you to…”keep me in your heart for awhile.” (Warren Zevon)

Last updated on: 07/02/2008