Birth Date:
1899-10-23
Deceased Date:
1986-04-07
Obituary:
Memories of Margaret Beatty Heiam
Our grandmother, Margaret “Poppy” Beatty Heiam, was born in 1889, one of nine children of Lillian and James Beatty. Hard work, devotion to family and service to the community of Cook were the hallmarks of Poppy’s life. But her life was certainly without challenges.
Poppy grew up in Cook, Minnesota in a house in the country which is still (barely) standing today. Keeping body and soul together for a family of eleven required lots of hard work, but thankfully her parents and siblings excelled at hard work. Both parents worked the farm. Her father, James, also worked as a game warden. Both had generous spirits, sharing the bounty of the farm with neighbors in need. As a game warden, James at times overlooked hunting infractions if he knew the “offender” needed the game to feed his family. This approach to law enforcement might now be called “selective enforcement.”
Poppy as a young woman made an unfortunate choice of a husband, a local man, Joseph Savage. They moved to Detroit, had a baby girl who died at age two, and our father, Tom Savage. Our Dad has told us that one of his first memories was his father throwing a baked potato at Poppy. Enough of that, Poppy concluded, and moved back to Cook. Dad’s father never made an effort to communicate with him.*
Poppy, now a single parent and faced with the need to earn a living for her family, held various jobs, including cooking at Chaps Resort. Ultimately, Poppy worked with the only physician in town, Bill Heiam, in numerous capacities, taking great advantage of her education as an x-ray technician. In today’s world Poppy would be called a Physician’s Assistant, or nurse-practitioner. We don’t know whether there were licensure requirements then, but if there were, Poppy certainly violated them.
We loved hearing about Poppy’s medical adventures. Mom and Dad spent their first summer as a married couple in Cook. Mom cut her finger on a piece of broken glass and bled profusely. Poppy offered to sew her up, assuring her that it wouldn’t hurt. Mom faced a choice: agree to be sutured up by an x-ray technician/brand-new mother-in-law, or continue to bleed profusely. She chose the former.
There were house-calls, including calls to the woods, where they tended to a man who had nearly severed his foot in a run-in with an ax. They were on a house-call when they tapped twelve-year-old Dad to sit in their nine-bed Cook Community Hospital to watch over a dying elderly man.
Poppy loved nature, picking quarts of blueberries for pie, picking quarts of raspberries to ferment into “Raspberry Whoopee” (60 Proof). She also had a fondness for wildlife, ducks in particular. She and her friend Ann Kranz fed corn all summer to the ducks near her Poppy’s cabin on Lake Vermilion. Happy, happy ducks. The ducks’ pleasure ended in the fall, when Ann or Poppy would net a duck, wring its neck and have roast duck for dinner.
Poppy also loved gambling and other games-of-chance. In later years she spent winters in Sun City, Arizona, with bus trips to Las Vegas. Dad would take her to the airport, complaining about the weight of one of her suitcases. “Oh,” she explained, “that’s because of the quarters I’m bringing.” We went on a Caribbean cruise with her. We can still picture her at the slot machines, putting in money, pulling the arm, time and time again, pink-faced and sweaty, with her faux-hair bun slipping down her head. She was in heaven!
There was no place for drama in Poppy’s life. Kind of a “facts, just the facts” type of person. For example, her reaction to small fires. We would frequently notice corners of singed kitchen towels. “Oh, I must have left that on the stove.” We noticed a burn in the shape of an iron on the carpet of the cabin. “Oh, I don’t know how the hot iron got on the carpet.” Thankfully insurance replaced the carpet.
The best example of her non-plussed approach to situations many would find alarming was her report to Dad as he was taking her to the airport for her return flight to Sun City. She commented to Dad, ”I hope this is a better flight than when I came up. One of the engines caught fire and we had to return to the airport.”
Her deep devotion was to family members. She loved her grandchildren and was ecstatic when she had great-grandchildren, Billy Bierman and Caitlin Savage. Her devotion encompassed her extended family. Ted, the other Beatty “kids”, her younger sister, Jessie, and grandniece Carol occupied a special place in Poppy’s heart. We knew Ted and his siblings and played with Judy and Margaret when we visited Cook in the summer. We had never met Carol, Jessie’s daughter, but Poppy loved her. Despite being close to Jessie, Poppy’s sibling rivalry with her apparently never waned. We don’t remember Jessie’s alleged infraction, but Poppy once remarked of her 70- or 80-year-old sister, “Oh, she was always spoiled.”
Poppy cared for her husband during his declining years, including daily visits when he was in the Cook nursing home.
Poppy spent the last few years in Hutchinson, near Mom and Dad. She suffered a massive stroke at age 86, never regained consciousness and died with Mom and Dad at her side. Poppy’s memorial service took place in Cook. Dad and the rest of us were so moved by the love and respect shown to our beloved Poppy.
Submitted by her granddaughters, Jen Ebersold, Kathy Bierman and Mardi Savage
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*We learned of his whereabouts many decades later; he was living in Fallon, Nevada. We went there to visit, quite a pleasant but strange visit. “Grandpa” Savage seemed to like his newly-found granddaughters and his son, chatted amiably with us for the day, in a matter-of-fact manner, never expressing regret. Dad also chatted amiably, never expressing anger or rancor.
We later told Poppy of the visit and Joe’s compliment that she was a pretty girl. Poppy shrugged at this news, merely responding, “That old goat!” End of discussion.