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This memorial website was created in memory of my mother, Frances Beveridge Sydnor Tehie (born April 16, 1926, died April 15, 2003). She passed away from congestive heart failure and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease at Centre Community Hospital (now the Mount Nittany Medical Center) in State College, Pennsylvania, the home of Pennsylvania State University in Central Pennsylvania. 

Frances was born in the small town of Jefferson City, Tennessee, in the eastern part of the state, located near Knoxville and the University of Tennessee.  Her father, Dr. Elmer W. Sydnor, was an English professor at Carson-Newman College, a small Baptist liberal-arts college in Jefferson City, and she and her older sister Lucy Ann and two brothers (Elmer Jr.. and Charles Wright),  lived in a house on Deborah Street in Jefferson City.  Her mother, Lucy Sydnor, was trained as a teacher at Longwood College in Farmville, VA, and taught second grade for quite a few years before her marriage.  Frances's grandparents and family lived in Petersburg, VA.  She and her sister Lucy Ann spent summers with their aunts in Petersburg, VA.

My mother went to public elementary school in Jefferson City, but was taught to read before the age of four by her mother.  She went to Carson-Newman College and majored in English Literature, and then completed a Master's degree in English at University of Tennessee in Knoxville.  She went to Peabody College for Teachers at Vanderbilt University to obtain her secondary school English teaching certificate, and her first teaching job was in the coal-mining camp of Pruden, Kentucky, on the border of KY and northern TN.  She then moved on to teaching English at the college level, and taught at Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, VA before moving to New Jersey in the late 1950s to teach English at Monmouth Junior College (now Monmouth University) in Long Branch, NJ, where she met and married my father,  John Tichy Tehie, who turned 91 on Dec. 11, 2007.

Frances was born with clubfoot, and she had to have her feet put in casts at a very young age. Blessed with a vivid memory even of early events, she recounted this experience for me many times.  She also apparently had rheumatic fever in childhood, a condition which is caused by Hemolytic Streptococcus A.  This condition, if not treated properly (in those days, antibiotic therapy for this was unknown), would go into the heart and cause severe damage to the heart valves, and this happened to my mother.  Over the years, her heart damage became more severe.  This condition was not identified early enough; I recall that in 1990, when I was teaching elementary school, my mother was admitted to the hospital and was unable to breathe, one of the first signs of this condition.  The internist on call, Dr. Robert Margie of the Summit Medical Group, asked her if she wanted to see a psychiatrist (truly)! Unfortunately, this kind of attitude which can be typical of the medical profession did not help to identify her problem.  I believe that if my mother's condition would have been identified earlier, she would still be here today. 

My mother wrote at least 1000 poems in her lifetime. Her lifelong friend Jeanne McIlvaine and I published sixty of them in a posthumous volume of poetry, a collection of nature sonnets entitled OR CALL IT HOPE, published by AuthorHouse Publications in Bloomington, Indiana in 2005.   Volumes of this book can be ordered from the publisher at:
http://www.authorhouse.com.   Frances won over 65 awards from national poetry societies, including the National Federation of State Poetry Societies and the Pennsylvania Poetry Society, and was widely regarded as a truly outstanding "lyrical poet." As of March 21, 2007, another book, THE BRIDGE AT ARGENTEUIL, which is a selection of her sonnets about art, music, and literature, is available through AuthorHouse as well.   The title of this second book comes from a poem she wrote on her reflections about the painting of the same name by Monet.

A third volume of poetry, EN ROUTE, which is a collection of sonnets celebrating religion and spirituality, is currently in production.

It is my hope that family members and friends will visit this site and leave messages or candles for my mother; I know she deeply would have appreciated it. I am leaving this site up permanently as a permanent reminder of her beautiful spirit, love for all animals and nature, and as a tribute to what a wonderful, loving mother she was.


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BACKGROUND MUSIC: " "Moon River" sung by Janice Tehie, soprano.

NOTE:

A poem from the recently released book "The Bridge At Argenteuil" was read at the Nurses' Celebration Day at Mt. Nittany Medical Center, State College PA. For more information, go to: http://www.mountnittany.org/body.cfm?id=221&action=detail&ref=347


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Tributes and Condolences
GONE TOO SOON AND ALWAYS CARED   / Janice Tehie (Daughter)
My mother, Frances Sydnor Tehie, was a beautiful person. I don't know of too many other people I could say that about, but she was loved by everyone who knew her.  I think of all the times she showed people she cared.  Of how she often sh...  Continue >>
The Cardinal~   / Beverly Fournier (ARF)
When grieving over my late sister Janice Knowlton, I joined some sibling survivors of suicide web sites and put her name on the suicide memorial wall. That was when I came across a name. It was Laurie Boncimino. Laurie died in March 2005 because of c...  Continue >>
Re: Tribute to my mother   / Janice Tehie (daughter)
I will forever be grateful to my mother for many things. Here are just a few: Teaching me compassion for others. Having unending patience plus a good sense of humor.            &...  Continue >>
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Her legacy
BEYOND APPEARANCES--poem by Frances Tehie  

BEYOND APPEARANCES

I envied them their wealth
Until it came to me
The price that they had paid
When life's best gifts are free.

I longed for their success
Won easily it would seem
Until it was revealed
As fantasy or dream.

I craved the certainty
Which kept their minds at rest
But crumbled swiftly when
Put to the slightest test.

And so I will not grieve
All these have passed me by.
Thanks be that I have seen
Beyond what meets the eye.

--Frances Sydnor Tehie

HIGH FLIGHT--John Gillespie Magee, Jr.  

HIGH FLIGHT

Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew
And while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.



 
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