Mom’s Voice | An Echo For The Ages

'Black Dragon' Peony Blooms

Mother’s Day is the day we honor Mom. Do you hear yourself saying the same witty quips you heard your Mom say to the kids in your life? “Close the door.” Were you born in a barn?!” “Quit running in and out.” Since my Mom was a rosarian, and avid gardener I hear “Mom’s Gardening Tips” in my head!

'Black Dragon' Peony Tree My First Peony That I Planted to Bloom in Illinois
‘Black Dragon’ Peony Tree My First Peony That I Planted to Bloom in Illinois

In honor of Mother’s Day this is a tribute to Mom’s and care-givers everywhere that teach us things we didn’t learn in books or Google Search. Since peonies were Mom’s favorite flower, I wish she were here to see the first peony that I actually planted bloom called ‘Black Dragon’.

'Black Dragon' Peony Blooms
‘Black Dragon’ Peony Blooms | 8 Inches Deep Rose Color | Highly Fragrant

Mother passed away in 1994, yet she walked me through every step of planting “Black Dragon”; I could hear her voice in my head say “plant it level with the ground or it will come up blind.” She walked me through planting and the care of this very special peony. Since I can hear my Mother’s ‘gardening tips’ in my head about taking care of peonies, I thought in honor of my Mom, Dorothy Chisholm Proctor, and Mom’s everywhere that pass on crucial oral history I’d share her 5 peony tips. And I want to thank Mom’s and care-givers everywhere for the crucial role they play and their voices in our head and for passing on the crucial oral knowledge that cannot be learned anywhere else and their profound wisdom that is an echo through the furrows of time.

Dorothy Chisholm Proctor | Mother | Grandmother | Great Grandmother
Dorothy Chisholm Proctor

You don’t realize how magnificent a peony is until you live in a zone without peonies. We couldn’t grow this variety of peony in Texas so you can imaging how I felt when I discovered the secret garden filled with peonies on my property in Illinois. You will want to read this amazing story called In Loving Memory, discovering the hidden peonies.

'Black Dragon' Peony Blooms | Tuberous Begonias for a Size Comparison
‘Black Dragon’ Peony Deep Rose Fuschia Color Blooms | Tuberous Begonias for a Size Comparison | Very Fragrant

Back in Northern Illinois when Mom could no longer do it I would tend to her peonies each year before we pruned the roses by gently taking the digging fork around each peony bush, adding bone meal and topping each bush with love and Canadian Spaghnum peat moss. While working in the hosta this year I was wondering how did our Mom’s know so much without ‘Google Search’, without the Internet? Oral history was key to knowledge. I’ll give you a hint: She read EVERYTHING

'Double KnockOut' 1st rose to Bloom this season
‘Double KnockOut’ 1st rose to Bloom this season

Mom’s 5 Tips On Growing Peonies

  1. Plant peonies at ground level or they “will come up blind” meaning they won’t bloom.
  2. Peonies need ants to bloom.
  3. Surround the plant with Canadian spaghnum peat moss every year
  4. Divide the peony with a sharp pruning shovel to propagate the plant
  5. Add a cup of bone meal around each plant per year

“The first rule of good breeding: never mistreat anyone who is not in a position to retaliate.”~ Dorothy Chisholm Proctor

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A Rose for Seven Sisters by Sue Tiffany | A Mother’s Day Story

Old Garden Rose Seven Sisters
Old Garden Rose Seven Sisters
Old Garden Rose Seven Sisters

 

Roses can create a living legacy connecting us to past generations. Let me tell you a love story of a rose called Seven Sisters and a beautiful family knit together today by a rose bush after  six generations. It will make you wonder if a mother’s love cut short by tragedy can reach out tenderly across time distance and space to say “I love you” through a rose petal or the soft fragrance drifting in the early dawn.

The Heart Rending Story of ‘Seven Sisters’

 

Sue Tiffany is The American Rose Society’s Chair of the Local Society Relations Committee and Publisher of ARS & You, an exciting newsletter that is distributed to 7000+ members of the American Rose Society (ARS), to all members of the local roses societies affiliated with ARS and to others interested in receiving it. I was writing a story about how Sue started growing roses. One night after I had pages of notes on Sue’s early history that is a story in itself, I thought the theme of her story really is about how one person can make such a difference to an entire organization.  When I answered the call Sue said, “I remembered something about my 2nd great grandmother that I need to tell you.” As I listened, I realized the story that unfurled like a rosebud opening was waiting to be told. It’s like a mother’s voice speaking to us through this precious rose passed on to her family across time and space. So let Sue tell you in her own words how a mother and father whose time on this earth was cut short by tragedy live on in our hearts today as we carry their memory with a rose called ‘Seven Sisters’.    Susan Fox

It Started with a Rose

Guest post By Sue Tiffany

As told to me by my Grandmother Grace Bunger Turner

 

        

Seven Sisters photo by Sue Tiffany
Seven Sisters photo by Sue Tiffany

My Grandma (I called her “Mamie”) told me that when her grandfather, Joseph Lucien Wilson, first saw Susan Thomas Goodman, it was love at first sight. Sue was just 14 years-old and it was 1847. Sue’s grandfather would not give his consent for them to marry until she was almost 17 years-old. On 18 April in 1850, Joseph Wilson married his 16 year-old sweetheart, Sue Goodman, in 1833 in Kentucky just one day shy of her 17th birthday. One of their wedding gifts was the ‘Seven Sisters’ rose. Wherever they lived in their married life, this rose and its cuttings had a prominent place in their gardens.

        

In their nearly 22 years of marriage, Joseph and Sue had nine beautiful children; and, in 1870, Sue was expecting their 10th child. When she was 8 months along with their tenth child, she attempted to walk across a log footbridge. Tragically, she fell. Both she and the little boy she was carrying died on 8 July 1870.

        

Turner Cabin 1918 photo Sue Tiffany Family
Turner Cabin 1918 photo Sue Tiffany Family

Grandpa Wilson not only had nine children to feed, he had to pay taxes on his plantation. After the War Between the States, this wasn’t an easy thing to do. Mamie told me that her grandfather had no money and few  assets and bet the plantation on a race horse named Kit – and lost it all. Fortunately, prior to this sad war, Grandpa Wilson had purchased three farms in Texas as a land speculator.

        

When Grandpa died in 1872—either of a heart attack or a broken heart–his eldest daughter, Aunt Mattie age 20 and her sister, Aunt Mollie, age 19 were both single. They wanted to keep their family together, but the good people of Hardin County felt the younger children should be sent to foster homes. However, Aunt Mattie and Aunt Mollie found homes for all of their seven younger siblings with relatives—most of whom were living in Texas on the land Grandpa Wilson had purchased. When the siblings were sent to live with relatives, each took some part of what was left on the plantation and a start from the ‘Seven Sisters’ rose that grew on their property as this was a reminder of the great love their parents had shared.(I have my 2nd great-grandmother’s brooch that was given to my Great-Grandmother, Sarah “Belle” Wilson.)

        

Seven Sisters 2012 photo by Sue Tiffany
Seven Sisters 2012

My Great-Grandma Belle married at age 20 in 1877. When she married Samuel Dean Bunger, she took as a cutting of ‘Seven Sisters’ with her to her new home. By 1887, Texas and all of the Great Plains were hit by a severe drought that lasted until the late 1890s. But, in 1888, one of the miracles in my life was born in Graham, Texas: Grace Helen Bunger (“Mamie”). Along with her family, that ‘Seven Sisters’ rose would move from Graham, Texas to Noble, Oklahoma, back to Texas. And, in about 1913, the Bungers moved to Northern Arizona, a territory that had been purchased from Mexico under the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1848. The family came by covered wagon and buckboard. There were trains, but the Bunger family didn’t have the money to ride them. But, guess what made the trip? Yes! The ‘Seven Sisters’ rose, or at least some cuttings from it, went to Heber, Arizona by wagon train and buckboard. A cowboy named Thacker Millard Turner followed the Bunger family to Heber, AZ and, in 1914, he married my grandmother.

        

Turner Cabin 1918 photo Sue Tiffany Family
Turner Cabin 1918 photo Sue Tiffany Family

Thacker and Grace eventually built a beautiful log cabin on their L-X Ranch in Heber, AZ; but not before three children, including my mother Roberta Rose Turner, were born in a tent. Bad luck struck this young family and the beautiful log cabin burned and all that remained was this log fence outlining the property.

        

It was sometime before 1920 when ‘Seven Sisters’ made her way to the Phoenix Valley and various home sites. She would eventually wind up on Apache Road in Phoenix where she lived until about 1950.

        

Switching gears: my dad, a Marine Sergeant who’d served in the Pacific in World War II, met my mother, Roberta Rose Turner, at a dance in Phoenix. Two weeks later, they were married in El Centro, California. Now we’re talking! I’d be hatched in 1945! Times were tough after WWII. Housing was scarce and so was work. We moved around so much that my older brother Ken went to 21 different schools in the 3rd grade! One of the places we stayed for a while as my Dad did carpentry work was on my Grandma’s dairy farm in Ontario, California. My little brother Les was about 18 months, I was three and our older brother Ken was 9. We didn’t stay long because my dad wisely decided to return to Arizona State College (now ASU) in Tempe to earn his Bachelor of Arts and his teaching credential. I didn’t know that the ‘Seven Sisters’ rose was on Mamie’s dairy farm, but it was there and growing!

        

We lived in Tempe until my Dad graduated from Arizona State College and taught two years at a grade 1-8 country school in Maricopa, AZ. In the summer of 1953, we moved to Mamie’s dairy farm in Ontario, California and my life of crime as a plant rustler would begin.

        

Of course, I was only 7 years old, so I was just an accomplice in these crimes. My grandma was now 65 – two years younger than I am today. Her son, my Uncle Jack, was on some forgotten hill in Korea. While she waited for his return, my 65 year-old grandmother built a beautiful 4-bedroom home with living room, dining room and kitchen. However, it was the landscaping of this home that would be my downfall.

        

Seven Sisters photo by Sue Tiffany
Seven Sisters photo by Sue Tiffany

I was a TINY 7-year old weighing in at about 25 lbs. Mamie would take me on LONG walks in the country and we would ‘rustle’ plants. We are talking country miles here. Mamie always had her head covered (I still have her bonnet) and almost always wore an apron with two large pockets. With one exception, she ALWAYS wore a dress. On these walks, Mamie would “borrow” plants from the neighbors. She would walk by a plant she liked and deftly snap off a branch (snap). The branch would then go into her sweater, dress or apron pocket. On these forced hikes that might cover up to 10 miles (what else did I have to do on a hot Southern California summer day?), she would literally fill her pockets with treasures from the plant world. Of course, roses were her favorite, but she was an equal opportunity rustler. Eventually, her home would be surrounded by the beautiful Bird of Paradise, irises of all sorts, pyracanthas (too pokey for me), and honeysuckle growing outside her kitchen window so when she washed her dishes at night, she could enjoy the faithful California evening breeze and the honeysuckle’s fragrance. When we got home from our criminal activities, Mamie would get a shovelful of the freshest cow pile she could find, dig a little hole, fill it with water, plop in the manure and stick in the plants one at a time just where she wanted them to grow. They ALWAYS grew!

        

While Mamie was building her home, I lived with her in the little milk house. It was perfect for the two of us. My parents lived in the “big house”, but I got to sleep on my grandma’s feather bed and listen to what my family calls “old fashioned stories”. That is when I learned about the travels of ‘Seven Sisters’ and how she (the rose) had lived in at least 5 states up to then.

        

Sue Ken & Les Tiffany in front of rose bush Seven Sisters about 1955
Sue Ken & Les Tiffany in front of rose bush Seven Sisters about 1955

In the photo of my brothers and me—probably Easter Sunday 1952, you can see ‘Seven Sisters’ blooming behind my left ear. To the right of ‘Seven Sisters’ is a pokey pyracantha bush. Mamie didn’t have the rose on a trellis. She just let it grow fat and sassy. I didn’t remember that it only bloomed once because when it bloomed, it was covered with countless deep pink fragrant roses for up to two months.

        

Best of all, there was Mamie’s rose garden—all of her flowers were in raised beds. I remember a tall, pink rose that I now believe could have been a rustled ‘Queen Elizabeth’. It was so fragrant! I also remember what I now believe was ‘Charlotte Armstrong’ (also rustled). It was a paradise for a little girl who’d been part of bringing these roses to the farm. I don’t think my grandma ever purchased a plant, but she may have. Oh! The neighbors knew she was rustling plants. They all loved her—just like I did.

        

Happily, my Uncle Jack came back safely from Korea; but, sadly, Mamie decided to move back to Phoenix where most of her family lived. She traded her dairy farm for a home in the South Mountains of Phoenix. My family bought a home in town and Mamie and her ‘Seven Sisters’ rose moved away.

        

Sue Tiffany Bank of America Winner 1963
Sue Tiffany Bank of America Winner 1963

All was not lost! The very first thing my dad did when we moved into our home was to plant a rose garden! Ahhhh. Flowers. And, I won a contest where I was given scholarship money and a beautiful arrangement of roses! I was a future member of the American Rose Society, but it took me 47 years to find it!

        

Mamie died in my arms in 1971. It was such a sad day in my life. We’d shared so many stories and I learned so much from her. (One time, you should ask me how she dissolved a giant clog in my throat!)

        

Seven Sisters 2012 photo by Sue Tiffany
Seven Sisters 2012 photo by Sue Tiffany

However, the story of the ‘Seven Sisters’ rose is not over. I have some of it growing in my backyard on an arbor. I think it’s about ten feet tall now. It already has buds on it! (If you don’t live in a place like Washington State, you might be thinking, “Big deal!”) However, to those of us in colder climes who see blooms in May, there is cause for celebration.

        

Will my children grow a cutting from the ‘Seven Sisters’ rose that has traveled so far in the last 140 years? I don’t know. I hope so. I hope this story is no way near its end. I firmly believe introducing children to the plant world is a wonderful idea! I do know that I’m growing a cutting for my Cousin Susan Fox and I hope it will enjoy going back near where it came from. I wish I knew who gave that first cutting to Joseph and Sue Wilson for a wedding gift. I don’t think Mamie knew or she would have told me.        

With a rose loving family like mine who moved roses from state to state, how could I not love growing roses?

        

What are your rose stories? Where have your roses traveled? Will you please share the stories and the adventures of your roses? It’s up to us to be their voice. They can’t tell us, you know.

Sue Tiffany, "Small Potato, Right Potato" Jolene Adams American Rose Society President
Sue Tiffany, “Small Potato, Right Potato” Jolene Adams American Rose Society President