Lessons from Mavis Daly
Mavis Glander Daly made many friends in her 93 years on this earth. Generations gathered at her farewell. Looking over her beloved Chesapeake watershed — a far sight from her homeland of Montana and South Dakota — from the West River Center, we reflected on what she’d meant to us.
Memorials like this are enlightening and endearing as each speaker reveals new facets of the person we knew in only our own way. Who knew, for example, that Mavis and her cherished husband George, childless themselves, became swimming directors for their neighborhood? Or that George and she played Santa and Mrs. Claus to a generation of children at Captain Avery Museum?
Most everybody, however, knew Mavis as a relentless organizer who brought the skills of a Congressional staffer to her retirement in sleepy Southern Anne Arundel County. Part of her power was her excellence as a writer, and many spoke with gratitude of how Mavis taught them to write — and speak — for themselves.
In my turn, I described myself as a sitting duck to her persuasive barrage.