Braille Monitor                                     March 2017

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In Remembrance of June Maurer

by Marc Maurer

June Maurer speaks to parents at the 2009 National Convention.From the Editor: June Maurer is the mother of Immediate Past President Marc Maurer. Some of you will remember her from national conventions. Still others will remember her from part of a story that appeared in one of our Kernel Books. We will include it at the end of June’s obituary:

June Maurer was born on November 28, 1923, in St. Paul, Minnesota, to Adolph Davis and Ellen Bradshaw. June graduated from high school and went on to study chemistry at the University of Minnesota. June married Frederick V. Maurer in 1947, and they lived together in Minneapolis, Minnesota; Detroit, Michigan; Des Moines, Iowa; Boone, Iowa; and Bellevue, Iowa.  Fred and June had six children, Peter (Laurie), Marc (Patricia), Max (Brenda), Matthew (Carol Bowman), Mary Ellen, and Mitchell (Theresa). She lost Fred in 1993 in Bellevue. In 2012 June moved to Westfield, Indiana, to be close to family, where she lived for the remainder of her life. She was preceded in death by her brothers William (Bill), Robert (Bud), and Paul Davis.  June outlived all the relations in her generation and is survived by her six children, thirteen grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren.

June was a devout Catholic and a member of St. Patrick's of St. Paul Parish as a youngster; Sacred Heart Parish in Boone, Iowa, in the 1960’s; and St. Joseph Parish in Bellevue, Iowa, from 1969 to 2012.  June was deeply involved with each of these parishes, giving generously of her time and talent, and deriving deep spiritual benefit.

June was an avid hobbyist, dabbling in many areas, and delving deeply in a few. She was a fast and creative knitter, a fine seamstress, a good cook, an avid reader, and she was well known for her love of singing and dancing. There are many layettes and mittens in the world thanks to June’s fast hands. 

June loved to travel, be that near or far. She traveled extensively both domestically and abroad.  She loved to go and have a good time. Her friends counted on her as a steady, willing companion, no matter where they might be going. Those who knew June well remember her loud, unique, and frequent laugh. You could find her in a crowd from that laugh. In her later years she was part of the Foster Grandparents tutoring program and became known to many youngsters as “Gramma June.”

Gramma June is now in the hands of God. She will be missed by those who loved her.

June Maurer hugs her son at the 1998 National Convention.Editor’s Note: Of all the many wonderful memories that Marc Maurer has of his mother, he shares two that convey the essential warmth, intelligence, and strength his mother had and shared with the world:

I was in the first grade. There were sixteen of us—two rows of eight. I was the sixth person back in the first row. We all got our Dick and Jane books, and the first child in the first row was asked to read page one. By the time it came to me, I had heard page one five times. I put my hands on the page and recited. For this performance I was invited up front to receive a gold star on page one of my book. My teacher urged me to take the book home with me on the weekend to show my mother what I had done. My mother asked me if she could borrow the book, and I gave it to her. My mother had learned Braille because she thought she might need it to communicate with me. Later during the weekend she gave me a piece of Braille paper that had lines of Braille on it, and she asked me to read it. I could not. She told me that the page contained an exact copy of page one of my Dick and Jane book.

In the summer months between my first and second grade years, my mother sat me on the couch in the living room for an hour each day to teach me to read Braille. I was most annoyed by this because nobody else in the family had homework in the summer. Nevertheless, I learned to read Braille. It has been both a joyous skill to use and a most useful one for accomplishing the work that I do. These moms sometimes have a great deal of sense.

Final Reflections:

I visited with my mom the week before she died. For three weeks before I had come she had remained in bed and spent most of her time asleep. She was not able to sit up while I was there, but at times she was animated, and she appeared to be singing with us. Because her mind had deteriorated, it was not possible to understand the words she was singing, but it was quite evident that she was enjoying herself, and she smiled. When my mom died, I reflected that she loved to travel. She always liked to go to new places and to have new experiences, and she had faith in God and in God’s goodness in creating Paradise. I feel certain that she wanted to travel on this most joyous trip to learn about what God had in store for her. My mom often prayed for me. For those who want to remember her, a prayer would be good.

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