Naomi Gladish Smith

Read this remarkable book about an ordinary, but remarkable man!

V as in Victor

The publishers (eLectio Publishing) say "Victor is not just a name." And it's not. It's the description of a man who, despite adversity and disappointment, lived his life according to his beliefs, a man whose faith carried him throughout his long life.

But my childhood memories are of laughter and fun even when times were darkest for my parents. Here's a sample of a lighter moment with one of our elderly relatives:

"Before the proliferation of nursing homes and retirement communities, family took care of elderly family members in need. The Gladish brothers had already made room for various elders. In a permanent arrangement, Uncle Don and Aunt Alice shared a house more or less split down the middle with Grandfather and Grandmother Gladish, and when Aunt Clara became ill, Uncle Dave and Aunt Eleanore took her in. That left Aunt Adah, who for years had lived with Aunt Clara in the winter. My great Aunt Adah had never held a job and hadn’t money of her own to rent a place, so she came to visit us. Along with six children and their numerous, mostly short-lived pets, there were now three adults in the little house on the banks of the Kankakee.

Aunt Adah’s long visits were not unpleasant for us kids. Oh, she complained. About the lack of heat in our little house, about the distance we lived from town, about the lack of heat, about her heart palpitations, about the lack of heat, about her health in general, about the lack of heat in the dratted, drafty, frigid house!

But she told amusing stories and played Chinese checkers with us (though she didn’t like to lose), and above all, Aunt Adah was spectacularly dramatic. She was seldom bored and never boring. When she was bored, she did something about it. Usually she had ‘heart palpitations’ or fainted. On occasion, she did both. When Aunt Adah felt her palpitations coming on, she’d stagger about, one hand to her breast, murmuring “Oh, oh, oh”, and sink gracefully to the floor – right over the one large hot air register in the center of the house. We marveled at the accuracy with which she managed to zero in on that big, flat grate and plop down, pretty well covering the whole of it. Naturally we rushed to help, though perhaps not as quickly after the first few episodes. Aunt Adah would mutter feebly and wave us away, consenting to be moved only when she was good and ready, to say nothing of good and warm. We kids didn’t mind; we were fascinated by her theatrics, for like any true thespian she varied her performances and they were never exactly the same.

There came a time, however, when Mother had had enough. Aunt Adah did her collapsing on the hot air register scene and Mother kept on ironing. Not only did she remain at the ironing board, she gave a warning shake of her head when we started toward Aunt Adah’s supine form. Obediently we became engrossed in our books. After a time Aunt Adah appeared to awaken, but again Mother gave a slight, negative nod. We remained where we were. Aunt Adah moaned, waited a bit, and receiving no succor, hoisted herself to her feet and stumped off to her room. As I recall, Aunt Adah’s attempts to requisition our one hot air register, though they didn’t stop, became less frequent."

Selected Works

This memoir of a man who sought to live his live according to his beliefs, is a story of the nineteen thirties and forties and gives a vivid description of what life was like on the homefront in both America and England during World War II. Though it takes place in a bygone era, the questions it raises about how to live a life and about perseverance in the face of despair are timeless.
The novel, the third in this series about people in the afterlife, invites the reader to come with a group of 'students' on a journey that will end either in heaven - or what we would call hell, but they will call home.
The Wanderers visits a world beyond this one, where a group of travelers discover that the decisions made while on earth have more consequences than they could ever have imagined.
Dramatizes the afterlife in a way that will have the reader thinking about it for a long time after finishing the story.
"Sobering, provocative and thoroughly entertaining."
--Barbara Shoup, author of Faithful Women
The writer muses on the death of her elderly parents.