Sunday, October 1, 2023

The Autumn of Life

For as long as I remember, I've been death oriented, thinking perhaps I wouldn't be on terra firma for a long time. Even as a kid, I felt like a God spirit squeezed tightly, most uncomfortably, into a skin-and-bones container—a shell. 

After I read Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now (1997) followed by A New Earth (2005), I learned to embrace my body, to understand that body and spirit work in concert to create the person I am while down here on earth. It didn't happen all at once, but bit by bit. (Yes, Margery Williams's The Velveteen Rabbit.)

So here I am, older, wrinkled, and losing too many friends to their final breath—my best friend, Kathi, in May 2021, two weeks before her sixtieth birthday; my mom, 83, in September 2021; my husband's son Elliott, 36, in November 2021. 

More recently (2023), two dear friends left too—Marge in August, four days before she'd have turned 80; and Jim in September. As with Kathi, I met Jim when I moved to Colorado Springs in early 1985. Longtime friendships.

So I decided to finally finish writing my own obituary, an idea I conjured in 2010, when I thought, if an obit is written accurately and knowledgeably, a person needs to write his or her own. So here is my rough draft. Wish it were funnier, but I'll work on that later. As I'd say to my journalism professor, "Rip it apart."

Leigh Westin's obit

When asked what her mission in life was, Leigh would say, “Through my words and music, help people help themselves.” Along with connecting people with others, she encouraged the formation of many longtime friendships. Cooking, conversing, and serving people energized Leigh. She loved hosting parties, especially those playing music with and for the group.

Born in Wausau, Wisconsin, June 26, 1959, to Richard Sauer, a young, conservative banker, and Betty Effa, a lively spendthrift, Leigh’s morals and values were engendered by her Nana, Alice (Bergeron) Effa, who raised her during her first five years. 

Embracing the Midwest hard-work ethic, Leigh worked three jobs from ages six through 12 in Minnesota, including sales and raising Hereford and Charolais cattle, horses, and her brother, Toivo, a large black Lab. At age seven, Leigh started shooting a .22 rifle in their large gravel pit. After moving back to Wisconsin, her dad led her to shooting trap and skeet. One night he awakened her, saying, “Look at this,” holding up a trophy with a gold-sculpted male shooting a shotgun. “They thought a guy would win, but you did!” Leigh was 16; the several guys, 18 and 19.

Music, the best part of family life, led to her play piano and sing for others, something she continued throughout her life, whether solo, joining bands, or forming her own. She’d almost always have a song in her mind, which would frequently bubble out during her daily hikes in the park. 

As a broadcast journalist from the University of Wisconsin, Eau Claire (grad. May 1981), Leigh sold air time for Z-100 and was a midday on-air personality and jingle singer in the early 1980s. Cold weather in January 1985 pushed her southwest to Colorado Springs, where she went into sales and consulting to meet people and learn more about her new city while on the job. 

Within months, she started trophy-winning softball and volleyball teams, joined six organizations, including Win/Win that she headed for years, and served on Chamber of Commerce and School District 11 committees. She even helped pay her rent shooting pool.

Securing an all-encompassing management position in January 1989 with an Italy-based firm, SAES Getters, Leigh established a global marketing communications department, managing projects in research and development, international sciences, semiconductor manufacturing, and federally funded lab sectors. 

Still working for the firm part time in January 1997, Leigh transitioned into freelancing for more than two decades, continuing marketing communications, event planning, writing and editing for Olympic sports, book publishers, professors globally, ophthalmology professionals, and many others. 

Leigh was a Skyway region communicator for the Colorado Springs Police and Fire departments from 1997–[present], the community group coordinator for the Institute of Noetic Sciences for 22 years, a Skyway Association board member from 2011–[present], a Historic Neighborhoods Partnership board member, and Broadmoor Community Church Fellowship team member for more than a decade. 

She enjoyed being outdoors working, running, hiking, or gardening, almost any sport with a ball, waterskiing, chess, and socializing with friends and her wonderful church family.

She leaves behind many faithful friends.

We wonder, What song was Leigh singing when she left this earthly plane? She is finally free!

A service commemorating Leigh will be held at Broadmoor Community Church, 315 Lake Ave., 2:30 p.m., Friday, [month day, 20xx]. Inurnment will be in the church’s Glen. 

Saturday, August 12, 2023

Our BullSnake Is Dead

“Leigh!” my neighbor yelled over to me in his scratchy way. “I think I killed a rattlesnake.”

“We don’t have rattlesnakes here in our neighborhood,” I said and ran over to the killing field.

By this time, he had beheaded a still-squirming bull snake whose blood was poured onto his driveway, an individual who had been my protector for about five years—first in the front yard, then in the back, keeping mice consumed in my hens’ area. The ground squirrel also seemed to have found another home, perhaps in a snake’s belly. 



The neighbor's midtwenties-aged son was smiling greatly. I couldn’t believe it. Here lay my heroine, writhing in post-beheading pain.

“Oh, it’s okay,” the doctor said, “It’s head is off.”

Advice: Before you kill, be aware of who you are killing. Be judicious. A bull snake is not a viper, has a blunt snout, not a pointed viper nose, and uses Müllerian mimicry to feign his potency.

I’m devastated.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Jim and Andrea's Farewell Dinner

A lovely celebration at the Pinery at the Hill Friday, January 6, 2017, shepherded Jim and Andrea on to their next chapter.

Leigh Westin, Charlotte Mason, Jinny Cresap, Susie Conde, Mary Elizabeth Miller

Orchestrating the event were Mary Elizabeth Miller and Sharon Hare. Guests were welcomed by Fellowship Board* hosts and music from the String Quartet of the Chamber Orchestra of the Springs.

Following moderator Steve Bailey's brief opening remarks, the Fellowship Board performed a fun, lively, choreographed song—Hank Williams's "Jambalaya" with a new set of words that follow. (BTW, sorry about the technical problems with this post. Blogger is being bratty.)

Don Hare
Liz Aikin, Sharon Hare, Susie Conde, Charlotte Mason




















After dinner, saxophonist Brad Eastin, string bassist Angus Foster, drummer Stefan Flores, and keyboardist David Hudson played jazz and were accompanied by Neika Rosenberger and Lynn Hurst on a couple pieces.
David Hudson, Angus Foster, Neika Rosenberger, Brad Eastin
Dalton Connor, Chapmans
Dalton Connor presented Jim and Andrea with a 2018 vacation to Amsterdam and a cruise down the Danube, a gift lovingly, respectfully, and generously given through congregation donations.


Tom Hurley, Andrea Chapman, Cathy Howard (back), Phyllis Hurley

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Mary Elizabeth Miller 

To read a story about Jim, please click here.

* Broadmoor Community Church's Fellowship Board is Charlotte Mason, Mary Elizabeth Miller, Susie Conde, Liz Aikin, Jinny Cresap, Sharon Hare, Leigh Westin, Cathy Howard, Cyndi Lambrecht, and Martha Barton.

Martha Barton



Celebrate, Anticipate!
© 1952 “Jambalaya” music by Hank Williams. 
© 2016 words by Leigh Westin

Sunday morn, new day born, can’t wait to see ’em.
The way those people sing, it’s like RequEem.
Deeply breathe, feel relieved, the peace is flowin’.
The way we love this church will keep it growin’.

Chorus
Celebrate! Anticipate, this new adventure!
’Cause it’s sure to be a true spirit quencher.
Simple style, don a smile, we’ll be movin’
to the beat of their feet, we will be groovin’.

Flowers bought, vase or pot? The altar’s spiffy.
But when she sits in the pew, she thinks it’s iffy.
Shiftin’ ’round, thoughts abound, could it be better?
A masterpiece we see. That girl’s a real go-getter!

An open book, let’s take a look, the earth it offers
new explores to fill our hearts’ welcome coffers.
Heading down, Chiapas town, to learn the lingo.
Don’t want to accent our sy-lah-bles like a gringo.

Chorus
Celebrate! Anticipate, this new adventure!
’Cause it’s sure to be a true spirit quencher.
Simple style, don a smile, we’ll be movin’
to the beat of their feet, we will be groovin’.


Cherie Gorby, Charlotte Mason, Sharon Hare
Alison Moore, Sally Meadows, Bob Shanks

Anne Morgan, Gary Foote
Betty and Tom McCord


Libby and Ron Kinder
Cherre Torok and Judy Schleuter

Craig and Krista Casper

Dick Dailey, Dick and Gloria Foster

Don Wilfley, Florence Gwyn
Donna and Dave Bristow
Guy and Jinny Cresap
Eric and Ximena Leeper

Ed Dillon, Antoinette Trott, Alice Beaton
Harriet and Gary Kimes

Cherie and Chuck Gorby
Jane and George Sheffer

Joan Muir, Laura and Lou Mellini
Jim and Andrea Chapman

Jen and Scott Dorff
Kathleen and Dean Quaranta

June Williams, Oliver Nickels
Joan and Ron Robinson

Kathy and Ed Brady
Leslie and Doug Weddell
Lynn and Jerry Hurst
Lynz and Chris Bolton

Sharon and Guy Nanney
Mary Rebb, Sharon and Guy Nanney, Tom Rebb

Martin Willis and Chelley Gardner-Smith
Mary Ann Bomgardner and Bette Claytor
Diane Coon and Melissa, Wayne and Mary Mashburn

MarySue Wildman, Steve Bailey and Patty Lindau
Patty and Steve Jerman
Susie Conde and Al Schoffstall
Leigh Westin, Roger Christensen
Tom and Catherine Calvin



Tom and Catherine Calvin
Sue and Lester Fullbright
Sharol Metzler, Andrea Chapman

Rocky and Deb White
Ximena and Eric Leeper

Will and Linda Washburn
Wayne Moore and Dan Scherling
Wanda Reeves
Linda Washburn, Nancy Langstaff
Marcia and Harry Gautsche
Susan and Ray Coddington

Tom Briggs and Leigh Westin