What is Mother?

12:30 PM Greeting by Reverend Byron Miller

12:35 PM Psalm 121 by Rev Miller

12:40 PM Lord's Prayer by Assembled in Unison

12:45 PM Eulogy for Mom by Patrick Darnell

12:50 PM Reflections -- by Hunter Paniagua
-- by David Darnell
-- by Bernadine Foster

1:00 PM Sermonette by Rev Miller

1:10 PM Closing Prayer

In Loving Memory

Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell

Born

December 3, 1926

Entered into rest

April 19, 2013

Houston, Texas

Celebration of Life Services

The Chapel of SouthPark Funeral Home

12:30 PM

April 24, 2013

Officiating 

Reverend Byron Miller

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A Eulogy for Mom

Some of you know Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell as your coworker. Others know her as your party planner. Some know her as their dance partner. The board of Directors knew her as that fastidious worker. You might have caught her style as she walked the runway at the Country Place style show. Maybe you see her in her yard. You might see her praying with her church circle. Many know her as your top secret confidante. Many, many know her as that ravishing beauty. I don't often use the word ravishing, but in Mom's case she is.

But you see, Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell is my Mother!

She bore me, she named me with her heart of hearts husband, and she raised me.

My brother and sisters know of what I speak.

Most important to me is that Mom always speaks the truth. Jerre Darnell always tells the truth. That is her way. The truth isn't always the most popular thing we want to hear. Sometimes when she said those truths, it would make me want to run and hide. And she always stuck to her guns. If you fidgeted, she tells you to sit tight. If you tried to pull her away from her important task, she tells you to hold your horses.

When conversations become nonsensical, Mom relies on her maternal wisdom. Her truth statements have become pearls in her children's, grandchildren's, and great-grandchildren's lives. Mom's wisdom, you see, comes back to her.

Mom and her steadfast friend, Robert, are blessed with long lives, 67 years of which they have been husband and wife.

What is Mother --
what is Mother,
without her house
and her child?

Her babies are born
and grown in her domicile

Many houses
Mom has known
Many seeds she has sown,

Where she settled
she made it her own.

As years gathered numbers
some ideals are put to rest
her children, now with children,
are wiser, never alone, at best,
for Mother journeys with us ...

See all their bright little faces
Hear their falsetto voices,
... full of trust, truth, and whim,
Creating such a din.

Thank you all for coming.

4th Day of Wisdom :: "I get the Moo and the Pig, Sort of, but where's the Wisdom?"

On the Fourth Day of Wisdom, my true love gave to me, Four Girls from Hyndsver, TENNESSEE


MooPig Wisdom is to Wisdom like an under-paint-tint in a Primer is to Paint
by Pat Darnell and Pun T Diddly-o

If Wisdom is your name, it does not include wisdom in your personality just the same. One probably, say, "William Wisdom, son of Charles Wisdom," type of lineage does not wisdom have. So much for MooPig Wisdom, eh?

Wisdom must be prayed for, to have it takes prayer power over a long period.

Sun-fresh, as in garden fruits and veggies, around here means just mere minutes before Mockingbirds peck a hole, or a weevil of some gets through the papery skin of your sun burnished garden gems. Harvest in cold air of dawn or dusk.

All children find a reason to rebel.
All Grandparents find a way to give your children a reason to rebel.

Dutch Lutheran Reformist type people do not really wear wooden shoes all the time, only North Shore Chicago people do.

Eggs and creams used in recipes should be room temperature before you add them to your blends.

QWERTY keypads, number pads and other text driven stuff will go away as civilizations become more and more advanced. Glyphs, and pictographs become the written language.

If QWERTY Pad is all you are given, well then make the best with it.

Grow a pair. Watch after your own. Keep the children clean and fed.

Be stingy with your belongings. Use the best wrapping paper for family gifts.

Keep in touch.
..... And a Girl from ITALY !!!

... That was fun ... Eh?

Part TWO: Burdens of being Clever as a Brick

How I became so Pragmatic
by Pat Darnell

I heard rumors all my young life. My Grandfather whom we called "Old Pop," Lloyd Orion Hynds, was in the final stages of life, giving up the ghost, to cancer. That was in 1979, and to my recollection Old Pop was always a bit rotund, and dogmatic. He had many professions, and many mannerisms that puzzled his family and friends. He was an enigma to his own children, but he let some of his grandchildren into his methods and moods. It was natural for me to go to be with Old Mom when Old Pop died. I had been chosen the day after my birth, I suppose, by my Mom since she named me Patrick Hynds Darnell.

As grandson, when I had stood next to Old Pop, I felt a change in atmosphere. He always wore clean, pressed, smooth white, lapel shirts, with a soft tank-top tee-shirt under. He tucked those into his clean black pants, held in place with black belt. He had a large nose that held up his trifocals, and a bald head. I learned later he just didn't like hair, so he shaved his head. Otherwise he would have had a full white bonnet of hair like his "Hynds" relatives I would meet in his wake.

As I stood by his coffin to view my Old Pop, I turned to Auntie Fran Hynds and said, "Wow, when Old Pop gives up the ghost, he really gives up the ghost." Fran got it, and gave me the twinkly smile she should have patented when she was alive.

He had lost so much weight, I was a bit stunned to see him so thin lying here, in state. But I knew the condition of his body was now an empty vessel. Old Pop had put his affairs together much earlier.

You see, Old Pop had become a fisher of men at age fifty. He preached a rural route on Sunday mornings, at three Methodist churches. Old Mom held fellowship in her own Hynds Circle, a women's Methodist group that today is still going strong. And now in 1979 he had prepared to pass on to his next stage of life. That is when I learned more about much, while being around my cousins and second cousins, at Old Pop's funeral.

Old Pop and Old Mom had lasted through rural farming existence, urban living, very hard financial times, and now Old Pop had returned to his roots.

Old Pop and my grandmother, "Old Mom," lived in lots of places. Hyndsver was their home. Hyndsver, a Burroughs of Martin, Tennessee, is the location of the original Hynds family farm. It also remains the site of oldest family cemetery, although still farmed by owners, they are no longer named Hynds. But there remain plenty of Hynds around town.

Hafford Hynds sat next to me in the kitchen, talking with me at the funeral home. He was my second cousin, only he was thirty years my senior as it turns out. He had panache like Old Pop did. However I could never pinpoint the family trait that kept popping up in my new found Hynds relatives.

So later I had a chance to sit with Old Mom. I talked about how much I enjoyed meeting all my Hynds "distant" relatives, like Hafford. Old Mom is so quiet and deliberate that I always know that what she says to me will be a humdinger of a thing. A thing to not forget: a remembrance. She didn't let me down this time:

"Those Hynds boys, they are so clever," said Old Mom. It was my affirmation. My mom handed me her maiden name, so that I am Patrick Hynds Darnell. Since a name is supernaturally important to me growing up, ... I had to know the Hynds trait as it pertained to my own preamble and someday eulogy of life. Says Old Mom, so say we all: "We of the Hynds and affiliated clans have a clever gene."

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