This memory of Kaye Montieth as submitted by her son Kyle sometime back. We’d love to publish your memories as well. It’s just a way to keep the things we know alive for future generations.
A family member wrote the following, and it was read at Kaye’s funeral. To me, it is such a testament of a woman who obviously loved all with whom she came in contact.
The door of the Montieth house was always open with Kaye standing there offering a hug to each kid coming and going. They were there more than at their own houses.
In fact, when I first met Lori (Kaye’s daughter), I thought she had five brothers – every time I came over, they were always there – sleeping on the hide-a-bed in the formal living room, on the sectional couch in the great room, helping themselves to the refrigerator and pantry. But no, just the leader, the red head, the funny one was her brother.
All of the others were the strays – the ones (including myself) who grew to love the Montieths more at times than their own family. Kaye was always someone you could talk to. You could tell her anything. When you didn’t like your own parents, she’d fill in until she convinced you that yours “were keepers.”
Kaye had a way of making ice tea that couldn’t be duplicated. She and Lori once even bought me the ingredients and showed me the secrets. Lipton Family Size Tea Bags (Of course, everything at their house had to be family size because of the constant flow of kids.) brewed – 1 cup of sugar. But I still couldn’t make it taste like Kaye’s.
After high school, I lost touch with the Montieths but never forgot them. I continued to try to duplicate that tea, and I think it was less the taste than the feelings associated with it: Acceptance, Love, and Warmth.
Eventually, I came up with my way of brewing Kaye’s tea. I still make her tea…Lipton Decaf Family Size Tea Bags brewed – 1 cup sugar. I think of her every time I make it and now I have people ask, “Can I come over for some of your tea?”
The secret that Kaye didn’t TELL me about the tea, but she did TEACH me was that it’s not the ingredients but the love that makes it so sweet.
So Kaye, I wanted to thank you for always opening your home and your heart to all of us strays. And though some of us lost touch with you, the way you touched our hearts will always be remembered.
Thanks for the tea.