Remembrances of Annie Dodge Middleton
Annie has been my Mother-In-Law for the past 16 long years. Annie and I were close compatriots in life, which had its moments and its rewards- as well as its---- drawbacks.
Annie's love of the mountains, climbing, hiking, skiing and nature in general were all activities dearly shared by myself, as well. Annie was "Tough as Nails" as she would tell us, often regaling family and otherwise- often called the "Outlaws" (as we in-laws were considered), with the stories from the "Old Days", reminding us that "It ain't like the old days", telling us her stories of walking to school, skiing to town, and roughing it in the Dolly Cop Campgrounds.
Annie had a "tough New England" exterior, but a soft "teddy bear" like interior. She truly loved her family and always showed up for all, yes all, events- birthdays, anniversaries, special events, skiing competitions, and yes, even my own Concert Choir activities in Marblehead. She never missed a birthday with a card, greeting, or a note remembering you with a special welcome, making you feel like a million dollars. She truly loved her Christmas, as it reminded her of times with her Mom, Teen, in the "Old Days". She would always show up with her trove of Christmas trees (and "Hanukah Bushes" for her Jewish friends), wreaths, special Holiday ornaments, and her infamous partridge berry bowls. She always had a good word or two for you- thanking you for your service to her and Jack, and for things large and small, including cooking dinner for her and Jack.
Annie always had an eye out for the disadvantaged, as well. Her service to the NH Courts Women's and Children's Advocacy program was a good example of this. She also came to your fore if you were in trouble, as I was one winter having gotten a ticket from Conway's Finest for a missing light, and subsequent--- lapsed registration--- one evening. Her first reaction was to cross-examine me for what had happened- and for that, many of us called her "Sherlock"; but then she would come to your fore and offer her assistance to correct the situation. But, you didn't want to get into her "bad-side" as a fellow did when he tried to change Annie's bunk at the Mizpah Hut, only to realize who he was dealing with- it was Annie Middleton of the Pinkham Notch Hut, or "Hutmaster Extraordinaire" of the AMC Huts, and you just didn't want to "mess with" Annie on any issue such as this !?
Annie has had a tough couple years of it recently, probably starting with her fall from the cliffs on the Port Hood Island several years ago, but most recently with her medical trials with her heart and her sleep problems. The loss of balance and strength for Annie was just not understandable, as she tried to adjust to each of these situations, she got more and more frustrated as she just could not do what she once was able to do. She stuck with it, however, trying to ski and keep up with the grand-children in their skiing events. She was a "tough old bird" and just would not give up. She never seemed to lose her sense of humor, even though she did have her moods.
My last visit with her in the Portsmouth hospital was a tough one as she said to me- "Sandy- I just don't understand what is going on. They are examining my heart and mind but I don't think that is the problem- Please get them to listen to me !! " I told her that she has probably the most advanced team of physicians in the Northeast, that she would be OK. I only wish I had stayed at the Hospital after my visit as she knew something was really wrong ---- and it was.
Annie was a "one-of-a-kind", never to be replicated by anyone. She was a loyal family member, trouper, an adventurer, a legacy (as much as was her father), a character, and a friend. She will be sorely missed by all of us. Peace Annie, Peace.
I only know you are celebrating with your father and mother and George Hamilton up there in heaven, Annie, as I heard some thunder claps the other night, shortly after your death. I know you are now at peace and in good hands with your Dad, Mom, Aunt Helen, Uncle Irv, George and all the Hutmen “Croo” of days past.
Much love, forever, and God Bless.
Sandy