I had a free day, and I figured I'd use my time pondering who Eleanor is and what the connection was, yet Mom said to me, "Make cookies, Cowboy Chocolate Chip cookies." I haven't made cookies in probably ten years, and yet Mom wanted action rather than contemplation, and so I made cookies and shared them with several neighbors, just as she would have.
Over the next couple of weeks I searched the FamilySearch database for an Eleanor in our family tree, none. I did a generic FamilySearch search to no avail. I researched online for this name, found a darling picture of two young girls in cotton dresses with braids, and felt a warmth, like I was on the right path, but could only find a tribute to a father who had been in the service with a short story accompanying this.
My 3 sisters and I have been planning a trip to Sweden and Denmark, our mother-land, mid-August, and so I wondered if there may be a connection there. I searched Eleanor Noble and Sweden and BAM! There she was - kind of. I found an obituary listing a son in Gothenberg, Sweden.
As I read Eleanor's obituary I saw very little in common with my mother; Eleanor grew up on the East Coast, is Catholic, had a nursing profession. However, in looking at the photo chosen for Eleanor's obituary, she looks just like the woman my mom would be friends with. And that picture of two young girls in cotton dresses? It accompanied the obituary. Even as I'm typing this month's later, I have goose-bumps and tingles, knowing she is Mom's Eleanor.
After finding the obituary and Eleanor, I asked Mom, "What do you want me to do, know, about Eleanor?" And her answer was a very Alice Ann Jensen Walker answer. "I wanted you to know I have a friend! And she has a son in Gothenberg, isn't that lovely?" Mom and Eleanor, somewhere in the heavens, met each other and became friends. And were my sisters and I supposed to track down this son and meet him? "No, I just wanted you to know." Again, a Mom answer.
That's it; Mom wanted us to know she had a friend, they were happy, she has a son in Sweden (Mom loved making connections).
I shared this story with my sisters while in the airport waiting to catch our flight. They likewise thought it was definitely a Mom experience. While on our absolutely amazing, beyond words, fantastic two week trip, my sisters and I occasionally felt Mom and perhaps, Eleanor, but no more promptings, no more visits. She just needed to share. Sweetly Mom. Eleanor, today, I'm grateful you two found each other and have a friendship, I look forward to meeting you.
Since then, until this morning when I felt prompted to write this story down, I've felt peace with my mom, an awareness that she is happy, she is safe, she has friends, especially Eleanor. And thank you both for the Thanksgiving morning warmth.
(A caveat - while in Denmark, my sister wanted to attend The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints temple in Copenhagen, and do a session for a family name [her husband's family], and the name that she brought with her, yet hadn't paid much attention to prior to the designated day, was Eleanor. No connection except the name, just a tingle of recognition of Mom and her friend.)
