Birth date: Mar 16, 1924 Death date: Oct 22, 2015
Mabel Anna Hudos Siebeking was born on March 16, 1924, in East Paterson, New Jersey, to Robert Hudos and Bertha “Anna” Seidel Hudos. Mabel passed quietly into the Lord’s presence in the company of family members and friends at Ash Read Obituary
Mom - Thanksgiving and Christmas are not the same without you and Dad. I miss you so much. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Hugs and Kisses,
your daughter Joan
No matter the holiday, birthday, or special occasion, Grandma always made sure to remind me how much she loved me by sending me a sweet card in the mail. She was ever diligent in making sure that everything was going well in my life. Nothing brightened her day more than seeing pictures of her grandchildren-- newborn babies or adults. I know from all Mom's stories how hard Grandma worked to take care of her family, even when it was hard. Her fighting spirit was an inspiration to everyone who knew her. Even though we'll miss her, we'll never forget the lessons she taught us about perseverance and family.
Ann was such a pleasure to work with. Always lending a helping hand to all of us. And I remember fondly the get-together she had with her school colleagues when she returned from New England to live near her family again. She will be always remembered and missed. Dave and Kathy Seiler
With the passing of Aunt Mabel, it feels like the closing of an era. Even though I am the youngest in the Hagedorn family, the bond between the Siebeking and Hagedorn family contains many of my most cherished memories and is probably the biggest reason I value the importance of family. As it is probably true most of us cousins, we will always remember the many trips to Skyline Drive. While Tony and I were the youngest for a long time, the tradition continued for so many years that everyone seemed to be getting married and having children and those trips to Skyline drive grew into huge family events. The same with Thanksgiving. That holiday will always be my favorite because of the tradition our families shared together. While there are lots of memories of Thanksgiving, in this moment I choose to think about my mom and Aunt Mabel sitting in the dining room at our house after the meal enjoying a glass of wine, while everyone else took on the clean up duties. I also remember those times when Uncle Bob and Aunt Mabel would come over to play cards with our parents. I think there could have been a sit-com in the making with the four of them!
I also remember as a little girl, going over to Uncle Bob and Aunt Mabel's for dinner with my mom and dad. I remember that I loved the silly wallpaper in their bathroom with all the bubbles and people taking baths. I remember the glass candy dish that I always tried to sneak a candy from without getting caught. I remember nervous little Tina (I think that was dog's name). I remember the striped carpet. I remember the glasses with blue backgrounds and the kind of Greek people on them.
I will miss Aunt Mabel and Uncle Bob.
I hope that the legacy of family ties that our parents left us, will find it's place in our own families as we grow and our families grow.
Love,
Kath
For the first seven years of my life, Sunday dinners at Grandma and Grandpa's house were a regular thing. We would all go over after church, some of us would nap, and we would have some of the best food I had ever eaten in my young life. (I was especially fond of Grandma's mashed potatoes and pineapple upside down cake, but she was an excellent cook all around). We still have the picture of her sitting on her front stoop downtrodden, her face in her hands, as we waved goodbye and headed out on our next adventure far away (a move to Florida). I know she greatly missed having us nearby.
One of Grandma and Grandpa's visits during our short-lived stay in Florida sticks out more than the others. We were walking around the Jacksonville pier one balmy evening when Grandpa decided to sit down on a bench to take in the scenery. Only THIS particular bench was covered in someone's spilled clam chowder. I still remember Grandma's groans and “Oh Bob!”'s as she took out her handkerchief and tried in vain to dab at the seat of Grandpa's pants. We kids thought this was hilarious and tried (also in vain) to pretend like we weren't laughing. I do think we laughed about this for years.
I always remember Grandma in her freshly pressed slacks and perfectly coiffed hair. I'm not sure whether this is fact or legend, but in the back of my mind I seem to recall hearing that the first thing that Grandma said after she had her stroke was, “Give me my lipstick”. Sounds about right. Ever the presentable lady, you can imagine her reaction to my various hairstyles and fashion choices during the awkward teen years (something about looking like a "hooligan"), but somehow I still always knew she was crazy about her grandchildren. Often she could be seen covertly gazing sweetly at one of us from across the table at a family dinner, which completely gave her away.
I have a lot of good memories of visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Cape Cod, first at the cottage, and then later at their house. Like others have pointed out, Grandma seemed very happy at the Cape, and it suited her to be out in her garden.
As they got older, I know Grandma and Grandpa appreciated getting to see their great grandchildren, and would visibly brighten. I am so thankful that they were able to meet my children, and especially thankful that both Wyatt and Ava were never afraid to hug, kiss, and love on their great grandparents even during the end stages of their lives.
We always used to joke that Grandma, the great matriarch of the family, would live forever. So, even though she was in declining health, it was still somewhat of a surprise that she passed just months after Grandpa did. I know he is happy to see her again. I also know that she is happy to see her son (my dad) again. I can just imagine the family reunion. I am most grateful that Grandma will finally be able to experience the lasting love, joy, and peace that seemed so elusive in life. We love you and miss you, Grandma.
Love,
Amanda
When I think of my Mom, again like my memories of Dad, my heart goes back to Skyline Drive when we were all in high school or maybe older. My Mom was famous for always blowing her nose on camera...and my Uncle Bud was right there to capture the moment. It became her signature pose...one of the very few memories I have of her laughing at herself. Uncle Bud would go "come on Mabel give us the pose" or something like that. She would get silly and do the obligatory thing. Like my brother and my two Sister-in-Loves as I like to call them, I too remember my Mom loving to garden and her cleaning skills - which by the way, I could never live up too. Not many people could!! Many times later in life when I would talk about how hard I worked that day in my yard, she would say how much she wished she could come and help me.
She did love her family - but she kept it a good closely held secret a lot of the time. You could tell who was near and dear to her heart (EVERYONE) by the number of photos she had all over the place. In fact when my SIL Cheryl and I moved her to Maple Grove this past Summer, her biggest concern was being sure that every single one of her pictures came with her...even if they could not be displayed she wanted to have them. She had an entire bookcase documenting every family event, every birth of every grandchild and every shared moment of the great grandkids stuffed into multiple photo albums by kid by family. It is and was truly amazing - she knew where she wanted every picture to go.
The last 14 or so years of Mom's life was very difficult, having had much of her physical capabilities robbed her by a catastrophic stroke. A weaker person would have given up a long time ago, but not Mom. She grunted through life - in a sort of Austrian Mind over Matter way. As the years went by it took a lot of ingenuity to figure out how to maneuver as she lost more and more strength. Dad was her partner in crime as it were...helping her and motivating her onward. Only a few times did I hear her murmur about how much she hated her lot in life with the physical gone. She truly hated relying on anyone for help. But, my Dad and later me, were always there to give her a hand.
When my Dad died in July 2015, it was difficult to see my Mom mourn him. She was very sad and told me one time that she went to pick up the phone to call him, thinking she was still across the street in their Independent Living Apartment and that he was in Nursing care getting better - only to realize that he was gone and now she was in the Nursing Care facility herself.
On the last Monday that I was with her, I remember how frail her little body was as I helped her to lay down before leaving. It broke my heart to see the sadness on her face and to see her still struggling to do even the slightest movements. She was so tired.
But now, I am certain she is with the Lord, reunited with my Dad ( he is so happy) and my brother and all of those friends and family she was missing for so long. Her body has been restored, her burden replaced with joy and peace. And for this I am so grateful.
Love YOU Mom!!! Rest in peace - your loving daughter Joan
How can I sum up my memories of my dear mother in law? Having known her for 41 years Mabel/Ann/Mom has been such an integral part of my family's life. Living 2 miles away for the first 13 years of my marriage we saw her often. Not only did I work at the same school as her but she was my children's daily babysitter for 3 years when I returned to work part-time after my 3 were born. She loved singing and reading them stories at her house or mine. Most often on Sunday's we would stop and visit after church and as the kids played, watched TV, or napped we would prepare supper together and then wash and dry dishes together while chatting. Times at Cape Cod will always be with me as she seemed truly happy there, especially with her gardening (and she did have awesome gardens and much skill with flowers). She derived much pleasure from that hobby and took pride in giving a tour and explaining every plant and flower she had worked on. Fond memories of good family times. I will never forget her sadness when we moved away to Florida and at the end of return visits when we had to leave. She truly loved her family and was so proud of them. She loved receiving and looking at photos of her grandchildren and would continually want to show them to others when she had visitors. Events with her sister Louise' family were happy times when Mom smiled and laughed often. I will always remember and treasure the precious times that we experienced. Rest in peace Mom- we will miss you. With my love, Cheryl Siebeking
Hello,
I did not know Ms. Mabel personally. But I was the receptionist at Ashby Pond when she came in to get her hair done. She was always very pleasant and when she could talk with us she would in such a beautiful way. I will miss her but God wanted a angel so he took her. May God bless the family during this time.
Della Coles
