Mary Jayne Johnson (Fischer-Haas)
I've been struggling with how to condense 50 years of living into
something short of a 500 page book. I did bring you up to date in an
email sent to Ken that's on Chit Chat--so I'll start with some
background. To briefly describe my journey that's found me at 67, I would
say it's been filled with high drama. If I listed all the highs, it would
read like one of those awful Christmas letters,--if I listed my challenges and
life crises, you would wonder why this person isn't in a corner somewhere with
a blanket over her head--sucking her thumb! The sum of it all is a Mary
Jayne who is stronger than you might imagine, grounded with a solid faith
and a crystal clear understanding of who and what truly matters. And
honestly, it's a good place to be--I am grateful for the good and can say now
that the difficulties have become a gift.
When I graduated from UNH, I left the East and moved to
Chicago. My sister and her family were living there and my parents
were four hours south of Chicago. I was hired by the Xerox Corporation
which was the hot growing company at the time. The position was a first in
the industry. A group of 12 female college graduates were chosen to begin
a new program. We took over account management after the sales
representatives moved on to the next prospect. We had our own geographic
territory to manage--set up sales training--handled all and anything that arose
so that the customer was more and more comfortable using those new strange
machines. Out of this group came the first women in sales---and Xerox is where
I met my late husband. He was in marketing so we were bounced around from
Chicago, to the Quad cities of Iowa (yep--I lived there for 5 years!) to
Rochester, NY (loved it there) to finally settle in Bath, Ohio. If you
are thinking, "Why does Bath Ohio sound vaguely familiar?” It's because you heard a lot about Bath
a few years ago--it was the home of Jeffrey Dahmer--in
fact, not only was he from Bath--he lived on our street. He was two years
older than our oldest daughter--and his brother David sat in front of her in
her classes. Jeffrey was raised among us--Indian Guides, field trips--his
Dad played in the area tennis league. When the terrible story about him
hit the news, this quiet community was besieged with national news
coverage. Every TV news van was parked on our street--closing it off,
while the FBI combed the acres of the property for human remains that were
shipped off to the Smithsonian for identification. It took months before
the peace of living in Ohio returned. Ohio was a wonderful place to raise
our two daughters--now grown. Our oldest Gretchen lives in Boston
and has three children: Theo, Chloe (their biological kids) and Phoebe (our
gift from China). Gretchen is a clinical psychologist focusing on
children and is based at Mass General Hospital. Liz lives near home
and is in my field. I see her weekly--and Gretchen and her children often
(thanks to Air Tran, it's like getting on a bus to Logan)
By the late 70's, I was getting restless. I knew in college that I
wanted a career---never dreamed I would be in sales. I had designed a
number of homes in the various cities we lived in and they always sold
quickly. Soon I was designing homes of friends when it occurred to
me--why don't you get paid for this--you love doing it? I took classes at
Kent State (an alma mater for a number of you) in architecture and went to work
at a design studio in Bath. I did that for seven years when I was
recommended to a company, Thayer Coggin. I
interviewed and was hired--the first woman ever hired as a manufacturer’s
representative in the 30 year old furniture manufacturer. I have been
doing this for 25 years--and have loved it (as I said earlier). Now,
there are many women in this field--I have lots of good company.
I have been thinking what to tell you about myself that may interest
you--or give you some insight into who I've grown to be, so I've settled on three very
different aspects of my life that have given me great satisfaction. For
those of you who had to play anything athletic with me ( I was terrible at
field hockey, not much better at softball), you'll be surprised to learn
that I was on the National Ski Patrol for twenty years at a ski area near Bath.
I know what you're thinking--where on earth is there a mountain in Ohio?
Well, there isn't--the hill has a vertical drop of about 600 feet and is
slightly under the Ohio Turnpike (: ) But, I've learned that it's time on
skis not necessarily how far or fast you go that turns you into a solid
competent skier. In other words, if you're hurt, I can get you down
to the First Aid hut smoothly and slowly (I have a great snowplow) The
reward for volunteering 10 hours a week was a seasons pass for my family--so we
are all skiers--even grandchildren (Theo is a snowboarder)
I became a Stephen Minister four years ago. This is a
program that requires you take 50 hours of training to become a care
giver to someone in your church who is going through one of life's
crises. After my husband passed away, I decided that I may be able to
walk beside someone experiencing a similar loss. Actually, the Stephen
Minister Leaders could plug me into a number of crises! It is a program
that focuses on listening and comforting or sometimes just being there for
someone in any level of pain--physical, emotional or spiritual. Like so
many things you volunteer for, I have gained far more than I have given.
The third is an adventure of sorts. Andy Haas (my current husband)
and I have been on a number of medical mission trips to Honduras.
Andy is a retired orthodontist (he's been 5 times), and I joined him
as another pair of hands (I've been three times). We have been
part of a group that goes annually to an orphanage founded by Sister Maria Rosa
(the Mother Teresa of Honduras). Each day, the brigade heads out to a
remote village to give medical aid, visual aid and dental aid to those who
gather--some have walked miles for this help. My role was to load the
Novocain into the syringes and to sterilize the instruments. By
sterilizing, I mean rinsing the tools in Clorox--there is never any
electricity--so all the dentist can do is pull teeth. As an example,
each trip we’ve taken, the dentists have pulled an average of 700
teeth. We never saw any one over the age of fifteen who had all
their teeth--most have only a few by their early twenties. My
life has been enormously altered having been to a third world country. I
am humbled by their struggles yet encouraged by their humanity.
I do have one regret---and that's having lost touch with so many of you
who were dear friends in high school. The biographies I've read are
amazing--so many of us have chosen just the right paths or found the right
niche and are living very enriched lives. I can't wait to see you.
Mary Jayne (MJ)
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