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Flo, Grace + Bee

 

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Bee (right) with her sisters Audrey and Nedra. Ceres, CA 1926

 

AFTER THE END OF WORLD WAR I, three girls were born. Their names were Flo, Grace and Bee—they were my grandmothers.

Flo, Grace and Bee were children of the Great Depression and women of the Greatest Generation. They donned swing dresses and gave birth to their children in the 50’s, hung on to their sanity and prayed hard for their teenagers in the 60’s, made the passage through menopause and became grandmothers in the 70’s, and embraced the joys of retirement in the 80’s.

Flo, Grace and Bee lived very full lives. Collectively they shared 268 years of life experience. Each faced their share of highs and lows, the deepest of losses and the greatest of joys. With each experience came a story. Many of them my grandmothers freely shared, a few they were fiercely private about. I looked up to these women when they walked this earth and have communed with them in my heart since their passings. I miss the light of their eyes and the touch of their aged hands that instilled in me so much of who I am and desire to be. They sought out the good in people and situations. And they lived life with flow and grace.

In 2016, when we set out to repurpose and rebrand Lexie’s Kitchen and Living, I carefully considered names that would drive my mission home. Flo, Grace and Bee. That was it! Not only would it honor my grandmothers, but would pay tribute to the lives of all women who have dug deep to find themselves, to give what they could, to choose to see the good in all people and situations, and to live life with grace and dignity.

—Alexa, Editor

 

 

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Meet Flo

Florine was my father’s mother. She was born in Burlington, North Carolina in 1919. Her father was the station master at the Burlington Station. After graduating from Elon University she worked for the Girls Scouts. She married her college sweetheart, Howard, in 1943 and became a Navy pilot’s wife. For the next 25 years she made homes in Morocco, California, Midway Island, Florida and Hawaii. Enamored with Hawaii, my grandparents chose to permanently settle in paradise where Tutu (what I called all my grandmothers) Flo became an elementary school teacher in Kailua, Hawaii. She played golf, she volunteered at her church thrift shop, and she enjoyed her only grandchild—lucky, lucky me. She was the mother of four children, three of whom preceded her in death at the age of 94. Flo was a southern lady through and through—70 years after leaving the south she still spoke with her distinct drawl. Determined to make a lady out of me, she rewarded me with a purple dress for chewing with my mouth shut, and red one for standing up straight. When she had her hair done—mine got done, too. She bought me my first bra and introduced me to deodorant. But most importantly she taught me what it was to serve, to say thank you, to be polite, to help, and to be a patient and faithful wife. Tutu Flo was active and able until the day she died. She passed away in 2013, just six weeks after her husband of 70 years.

 

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Meet Grace

Grace was my mother’s mother. She was born in 1918 in Cusseta, Georgia and grew up during the Great Depression. She lost her mother at 17 and her only sister and father three years later. After high school she entered nursing school at Emory University and went on to become an Army nurse. She was assigned to a ship platoon that accompanied troops over to the European theater and returned with wounded. They sailed with General Patton and his 2nd Armored Division and landed in Casablanca. Upon her return to Camp Kilmer, Grace (known as Stevie among her nursing sisters) crossed the country by train under black out conditions, shades drawn at all times. She never forgot the kindness shown by locals and being greeted with coffee and doughnuts when the train made the occasional stop. The nurses then boarded a ship. Where it was going was anyone’s guess. After weeks at sea, land was in sight. With joy and delight Grace found her feet on solid ground in Hawaii. She reported for duty in Makawao on Maui, treating patients from all branches of the military and entertaining Navy pilots while on R&R. Lifelong friends were made there, including my namesake Alexa VonTempsky. As the war shifted gears, Grace was sent to a hospital in Waikakalaua Gulch on Oahu in 1944. Before leaving Georgia, Grace had promised to wait for my grandfather-to-be, Jean Paul. While she was in Hawaii, he was fighting in the South Pacific, liberating the Philippines. While there he contracted a severe case of malaria and managed to convince his Commanding Officer that he could just as well recover in Hawaii as he could in New Guinea. One day in 1945 Grace was called out of the OR to take a call. At the other end of the line was Jean Paul asking for a lift from Hickam Air Force Base—as well as her hand in marriage. They were married in the little chapel of the hospital there in Waikakalaua Gulch. The X-ray technician took pictures, the Red Cross lady played the piano—it was a real military family affair. They honeymooned on the North Shore in a little beach house and made the decision to separate from the military and make Hawaii home. They had three children over the years and my grandfather eventually re-enlisted in the Army. Grace took it all in stride, enjoying the opportunities to travel and live abroad. In 1985 my grandfather didn’t make it through a surgery and left Grace a widow. Strong in her faith and with a deep love for her family, volunteering, golf and watching sunsets from her condo in Kona, Hawaii—she continued to live a full life. She surprised herself by marrying again and enjoyed many of her sunset years with her second husband George, before making a full circle back to—and spending her last days in—Georgia. Tutu Grace taught me what it was to love unconditionally. To seek God and to make adventure a part of everyday life.

 

 

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Meet Bee

Evelyn, known to all as “Bee,” was my step-grandmother. She grew up on a farm in California’s San Joaquin Valley. In 1939, Bee bought a one-way ticket and left California for Hawaii aboard the SS Lurline. There she worked as a secretary for the US Army Corps of Engineers in Hilo. Intending to make her way around the world, Bee had planned on transferring to Singapore, but put all that aside after she was introduced to her future husband at a Hilo diner by mutual friends. The Hilo friends all went camping on a weekend, and on the drive back to Hilo that Sunday night they discovered that Hawaii Island was blacked out, because Pearl Harbor on Oahu Island had been attacked. Her marriage was quickly set for the next Saturday. And like that, a family and life started on the Big Island. Bee became active in the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts as her three children grew up in Hilo. Her husband’s business (Caterpillar tractor sales for the Pacific) required much travel and socializing with influential guests and families, which she enjoyed. There were tractor sales to the Persian sugar cane farms (manned, while it lasted, by Hawaii Sugar managers). There were Pacific Trust Territory royalty, dignitaries and distinguished visitors like scientist Doctor Edward Teller), hosted in Hilo. I’ve never forgotten how Tutu made entertaining appear effortless—she excelled at it. I can still hear her deep, jubilant laugh and see her sweeping saunter as she made her way among party guests—making each feel welcome, special and attended to. A self-taught gourmet cook, Bee introduced her grandchildren to the delicacies of pâté, heart of palm and Dungeness crab. After retirement in 1976, Tutu Bee and my grandfather enjoyed world-wide travel and family.