Faye Marie Hageman

Hageman, Faye Marie Shanklin Faye passed away Wednesday afternoon, February 27, 2013 at Bronson Methodist Hospital. She was born on February 10, 1917 in Gonzales, TX near San Antonio to William and Frieda Richter Shanklin. Faye was one of eight children Leo, Alvin, Ulla Mae, Terry, Faye, Bill, Charlie and Walter; her brother Bill Jean Shanklin of Tyler, TX survives. Faye graduated from Gonzales High School in 1935 and continued to live a sheltered life in Gonzales with its small town, southern customs until Edward Hageman, a "Damn Yankee" from Unionville MI, came to town. He was also one of eight children and they began a whirlwind courtship that led to their marriage on November 16, 1940. They moved to Chicago where Faye, with her slow, southern drawl, couldn't understand the northerner's fast way of speaking and they couldn't understand her. Her husband Ed acted as an interpreter. During their 48 year marriage, they moved many times, finally moving to Michigan and settling in Portage in 1974. As they adopted a comfortable routine of Faye being involved in the Kalamazoo Newcomer Club and Ed spending time with the Suburban Kiwanis Club, Faye continued with a lifetime passion of writing poetry, with witty limericks to celebrate friends' special occasions. Playing bridge and board games have been favorites of hers, and she was a charter and active member of the Golden K Kiwanis. Ed passed away in December 1988. In spring 2002, she moved into independent living at The Fountains of Bronson Place where she flourished and made many new friendships. Her dear friend Hilda Nichols added much humor and caring to her everyday routine. She leaves behind one daughter, Nan Goldenthal Edwin of Kalamazoo and their children, Matthew fiancé Leoan, Aaron, Wendy, Mark Lori, and Julie Hardeep; great-grandchildren, Heather, Eric, Bryan, Jason, Michael and Kayla; great-great-granddaughter, Kaitlyn and granddog, Lena. Faye is preceded in death by one daughter, Donna Jean Bowyer, leaving her children, Bradley, Brent, Sheri, Sheila, Lori, Lisa, Bobby, and Sonny. A private family service will be held at Langeland Family Funeral Homes, Westside Chapel, 3926 S. 9th Street. Private interment will be in Portage South Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be directed to The Fountains at Bronson Place or Hadassah c/o Congregation of Moses. Fun Poems by Faye Hageman Crooked Eyebrow I have this crooked eyebrow
That makes me really burn.
I think it's getting "worser"
And I don't know where to turn.
Is God responsible for this?
I really want to know,
Or the doctor who delivered me?
He died so long ago.
I'm getting so frustrated
I don't know what to do;
I think I'll "Call Sam" Bernstein
And see who I can sue! Over the Hill Folks used to meet me on the street,
Say "Hi" and then "How be you?"
But now they say "You're looking good"
And not "It's nice to see you."
Now that I am "O'er the Hill"
I haven't the time to ponder it;
But one thing that I know is this:
I'd rather be over than under it! Happy New Year Happy New Year to you, Joyce;
The flowers were a lovely choice!
They lasted long - this is a fact -
But now, like me, they're out of whack.
The cookies? Nice, and I believe
Your visit made my Christmas Eve. I can count on my neighbor Not ice nor snow - which e'er it be,
Could hinder her delivery.
She was on schedule every day
With the Gazette and mail, ole
She skated on the driveway, mates,
And wasn't even wearing skates.
This thank you comes sincerely
From next door neighbor, Faye Marie. To my doctor Thank you for allowing me
To have a sigmoidoscopy
If I could really have my druthers
I'd never, ever have another. Dear Doctor Martin In Falls Church, Virginia, on Old Gallows Road
Is a hospital staff what "packs quite a load"
I reminisce now of my hospital daze,
'Though I frankly admit I was in quite a haze.
When I first I was put on Maternity Floor;
I was then forty-eight and had had it - no more!
Then in walked a man who said, "I'm Dr. Rabbit"
I almost got smart because I'm in the habit,
But then I glanced up, in somewhat of a fuzz,
And read on his card that he actually was! Soon after surgery I was feeling quite rotten
And there came a nurse who was named Mrs. Cotton!
Then I was improving, with no cares at all,
'Til a lady came in, and her name? Dr. Paul.
The very next day, 'tho' this sounds rather shady,
This man came around and said, "I'm Dr. Lady".
I then asked a nurse in somewhat of a spin
If she would please tell me what ward I was in!
So, Dear Dr. Martin, I'm pleading real hard,
Please keep your patients quite near the Psych Ward! P.S. Dr. Martin, surgeon, is also a lady. By George, This is It Bridge is his game, there's really no doubt;
He remains real cool ... never loses his clout.
Instead, he's the guy with the poker face,
Who asks "Did you know you just trumped my ace?" Mystery Flowers In our living room are flowers,
Quite an elegant bouquet,
That surround our house with mystery
In such a lovely way!
We know not who delivered them,
No florist card was there;
An anniversary poem was sent
And underlined, with care,
Were words assuring us of friends,
So many, not a few;
"It could have come from any friend"
'Twas simply signed "Guess Who?"
To add to all the mystery
We then received a card
That bore the signature of "Who"
And so we're trying hard
To solve this lovely mystery
And so we reminisce ...
It all boils down to lovely thoughts
And they are simply this:
We've thought of everyone we know
And if you did not "send"
Do not feel bad, but treasure this:
You're regarded as a friend. Please do not spoil this mystery
'Cause nothing is so rare
As the knowledge that we stand among
So many friends who care.
And so with best regards we send
A "Thank You" to our every friend. 'Twas Alarming I was lying in bed with no cares at all
When I heard loud voices in the hall:
"Tornado Warnings - head for the stairs!"
There wasn't time to say my prayers -
I grabbed robe and slippers, my glasses and then
My watch and my key to get back in
Then into the hall - I was shaking so -
I had no idea where I should go.
At the end of the hall this made my day
A lady stood there just pointing the way.
So for 45 minutes, according to plot,
I suffered because of the things I forgot ... .. MY TEETH! A cure for Ed's shoulders Ed's shoulders improved with the therapy
But today the bill came ... it even shocked me!
"Twenty-five bucks for each treatment?" Ed stormed,
"They're crazy as hell; I will twist my own arm!"
He rigged up a thing with a pulley and rope,
Puts a hand on each end, and it is his hope
That by exercise thus he will soon be okay ...
Along with the hot packs, by the way.
These days I tread gently, just like a caboose,
'Cause I don't want to land in his "hangman's noose"!