On November 2 I lost a close friend and former neighbor, Faye Dilling. It didn't take long to understand why her passing hit me so hard even though we haven't had much contact for nearly 40 years. I have known Chalmer and Faye all my life. They were pastor and wife at the Nanty Glo Church of the Brethren when I was born and when my family moved back from Clearfield County in 1947 we moved next door to the Dillings.
Their boys were the closest I came to having brothers. While Faye wasn't like a mother to me, in many ways her humility and perseverance reminded me of my mother. She was kind, patient, and quiet and when she did talk she was soft spoken. While Chalmer worked for the mine and pastored churches at the same time, Faye worked at home raising seven children and she didn't have indoor plumbing and the other conveniences like washers and dryers that we take for granted today.
Like all kids, her sons and I sometimes fought, but I don't remember Faye ever saying a harsh word to me. And I can remember at least one time when she should have given me a good scolding. Her son John and I had cut down several saplings and made spears. One thing led to another and before long we were throwing the spears at each other and I hit him on the back of the head. When I took him home to get patched up, Faye said nothing to me. Her silence made me feel worse than if she had yelled.
Like my mother, Faye never played a dominant role in the community or church yet she was always there in support of her husband. Faye also had the terrible sorrow of having to bury a child just as my mother had done. Chalmer married Pat and me and, of course, Faye was there so Pat got to appreciate her as much as I did. Just this past July, we had the privilege of having Faye and Chalmer in our home as guests.
house actually used to be their home. I bought the property from them in 1976.
At the time, I gave many reasons for making the purchase, but the truth was that
I knew I could never have neighbors as nice as Chalmer and Faye. During our lives,
we come in contact with many individuals. Some we know briefly and then they are
gone, while others we know for years and consider them close friends. Faye was
a close friend and I know my life and the world is better off for her having been
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