UPDATED
9-7-2011
Mary Valencia Wilson memorial service
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HANDS ACROSS TIME,
SPACE, LOVE AND LIFE An attendee holds a program at
the memorial service for Mary Wilson, a longtime Reno resident
who was active both in her efforts for civil rights and to help
needy members of the community. Wilson died of cancer on June
10.
Mary Valencia Wilson will be inurned in the Garden of Peace at
Mountain View Cemetery in Reno. Read the full
Daily Sparks Tribune story. (Photo:
Nathan Orme/Tribune Editor)
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Gospel-blues-jazz
diva Pat Esters performed Amazing Grace,
the classic hymn written in 1773 by repentant slave ship master John
Newton. Ms. Esters also sang gospel legend Mahalia Jackson's If
I Can Help Somebody.
If I can help
somebody, as I pass along,
If I can cheer somebody, with a word or song,
If I can show somebody, how they're travelling wrong,
Then my living shall not be in vain.
Chorus:
My living shall not be in vain,
Then my living shall not be in vain
If I can help somebody, as I pass along,
Then my living shall not be in vain.
If I can do my duty, as a good man ought,
If I can bring back beauty, to a world up wrought,
If I can spread love's message, as the Master taught,
Then my living shall not be in vain.
Chorus...
To
anyone who knew our friend Mary, the great Mahalia perfectly captured
one small woman's very big life in just a few beautiful words. Amen.
Rt.
Rev. Sean Savoy,
Chancellor of the International Community of Christ, delivered words
of reflection and inspiration.
Speakers
included University of Nevada-Reno professor emeritus of political science
and former ACLU Nevada President Dr. Richard Siegel
("I was Mary's Jewish friend"), and Reno-Sparks NAACP President
Lonnie Feemster.
Friends,
family members and community leaders remember Mary Valencia Wilson
Daily Sparks
Tribune / 8-8-2011
Sunday
August 7, 2011, 3:00 p.m.
American Legion Duby Reid Post #30
730 4th Street (next
door to the Sparks post office, across from city hall)
Sparks, Nevada 89432
Volunteers and assistance with final expenses are needed.
To
help, please write Andrew
Barbano
or call Mary's sister, Joan Treptow, 775-560-0318, or Reno-Sparks
Branch Assistant Secretary Dolores Feemster, 775-323-3677.
We
need volunteers and Mary's family needs assistance. If
you can contribute toward Mary's final expenses, please send a check
payable to her sister, Joan Treptow, 15440 Toll Road, Reno,
NV 89521. Alternatively, you may send a check payable to Joan Treptow
to the branch at P.O. Box 7757, Reno NV 89510, or contribute
through RenoSparksNAACP.org with a credit or debit card. Please
make sure to designate that your donation is for Mary's family.
If
you can support the memorial service with setup/takedown and/or food,
please call or write ASAP.
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We will begin setup at 1:00 p.m. on August 7 and complete takedown
by 5:45 p.m. If you can help and/or plan to attend, please RSVP
by Wednesday, August 3.
Thank
you.
June 14, 2011
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
FOR MORE INFORMATION CONTACT
Andrew Barbano / Reno-Sparks
NAACP
RenoSparksNAACP.org
(775) 786-1455
Longtime
Nevada civil rights leader Mary Valencia Wilson dies at 66
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Mary
Valencia Wilson, 1944-2011
Deidre Pike photo
Courtesy of and © Reno News & Review
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RENO, Nev. Longtime
Nevada civil rights leader Mary Valencia Wilson, 66, died at
Renown Regional Medical Center in Reno shortly after midnight on Friday,
June 10. She suffered from complications after a long battle with cancer.
She was born to Manuel Obregón Valencia and the former
Margaret Regina Smith on October 21, 1944, in Palo Alto, California.
As a child, Mary Valencia
carried tools to help her father, a union carpenter, build a small four-bedroom
house so that their family could leave a one-room shack south of Los
Angeles. It took years. The house still stands.
She attended high school in Norwalk, Calif., and worked as a waitress.
When she could no longer work, she attended Fullerton College. She participated
in anti-Vietnam War protests while at Fullerton and marched with United
Farmworkers Union leader César Chávez.
She learned activism at an early age.
My dad would come home bloody (from AFL-CIO marches), she
remembered, bloody from the police. There are a lot of good policemen,
but every barrel has a couple of rotten ones. We need a citizen police
review board," she said in 2001.
During her childhood, Wilson often worked with migrant harvesters at
several farms south of Los Angeles and in Orange County. She often said
that John Steinbeck perfectly captured the life of these workers
in his novel The Grapes of Wrath, a book she re-read once a year.
In 1954, her father, an Aztec from Mexico, was honored as Norwalk man
of the year, the first non-white so honored.
She became a Nevada resident in the early 1990's.
Valencia Wilson was honored with the Nevada Alliance for Workers' Rights
(AWR) Sentinel Award in 2002.
She proved "instrumental in helping the alliance get a translator
into agricultural areas to talk to non-English-speaking farm and ranch
workers," according to a 2002 Reno News & Review profile
written by UNR journalism Prof. Deidre Pike.
"She worked for increased diversity in the City of Reno's hiring
process," Pike reported.
"Not only was Mary a dear friend and loyal NAACP volunteer, but
she was also a truly great advocate for equality and civil rights for
all people," stated Reno-Sparks NAACP President Lonnie Feemster
when informed of her passing.
"When Sparks police started ticketing casual laborers on Galletti
Way, the indignant Wilson was ready to do whatever she could to instigate
change," Pike wrote in 2001.
Mary Valencia Wilson served on the boards of AWR, Washoe Legal Services
and the American Civil Liberties Union of Nevada. She was a longtime
elected member of the Reno-Sparks NAACP executive committee and served
as the organization's political action chair. She sat on the advocacy
committee of the League of United Latin American Citizens and was also
instrumental in establishing the Progressive Leadership Alliance of
Nevada (PLAN).
"She was our most avid volunteer and was loved by all," remembered
PLAN lobbyist Jan Gilbert.
"Mary was on the founding board of PLAN, representing the Reno-Sparks
NAACP, which was one of PLAN's founding member groups," stated
PLAN State Director Bob Fulkerson.
"Our office was practically out the front door of Mary's apartment
on Riverside Drive, so she was a frequent participant in our meetings,
protests and social events. Out my office window, I used to watch the
parade of kids that would go to Mary's place since she was known as
the person in the neighborhood who would give them love, food, a place
to hang out, whatever else was needed that, for some reason or another,
they couldn't get at home," Fulkerson said.
"She also took in stray cats and we both cried the day when Bucket
Mouth, her favorite, was killed by a dog whose owner was at a PLAN meeting
for the day. Mary was the go-to person for anyone who needed support,
love or redress against the establishment, whether police, city council
or other organizations," Fulkerson added.
While increasingly physically disabled, she still insisted on participating
in union picket demonstrations, most notably the 24-hour nurses strike
against Washoe Medical Center (Renown) just before Christmas in 2001.
'Shes out there on the line with the nurses in the cold
and her health is terrible,' said the late AWR founder Tom
Stoneburner. Its a major hurdle just to get out there.'"
The AWR Sentinel Award was not intended for a large donor or someone
paid to do community activism. It was instead directed toward an impassioned
volunteer out in the trenches.
Mary doesnt get paid to do this," Stoneburner told
Pike. "She has an activist fire in her."
This is a person that every time something is threatening the
community, this persons ready to go, Stoneburner added.
"When you start thinking about the kind of activist Im talking
about, Mary is that she lives it. Shes an inspiration to
everybody.
"We should all try to be like that.
She was twice married and is survived by a daughter, Jessica Williams
(Phill) of Oklahoma City; a sister, Joan Valencia Treptow (Bill)
of Reno; and brother, Emmanuel Charles "Spike" Valencia
(Karen) of Running Springs, Calif. She also leaves two grandchildren,
two nieces and three nephews. [The latter paragraph was updated with
new information on 6-16-2011.]
Her family is especially
grateful to her longtime companion John Keim for all of his kindnesses
rendered in her final years.
Valencia Wilson willed her body donated to the University of Nevada
School of Medicine.
A memorial service will be
announced later and posted at RenoSparksNAACP.org.
"The obstacles ahead in the struggle for equality are high, but
not insurmountable," she wrote in 2001.
"We have come a long way since Jim Crow ruled the South. Unfortunately,
deeply entrenched discrimination and racial violence still exist. The
sense of moral urgency that fueled the civil rights era is just as imperative
today."
CWA
9413/AFL-CIO
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Memories
of Mary
From
the American Civil
Liberties Union of Nevada
Mary
was an Emeritus Board Member of the ACLU of Nevada and had served
actively on the board for many years...
There was incredible dedication, said Rich Siegel,
board member and former President of the ACLU of Nevada.
Rich said that
he had never seen anybody under such adverse circumstances make sure
that she could participate whenever possible in the work of the ACLU
of Nevada.
Although she
was in great pain, he said, Mary would sit for board meetings
as long as she possibly could. And when she was unable to sit, she would
be available by telephone.
Mary had a committed activist spirit early on in her life. She picked
vegetables and fruits with migrant farm workers in California and marched
with César Chávez and the United Farmworkers Union.
She represented the epitome of the civil rights leader,
said Rich. She brought to the board a dedication and interest
of civil liberties and civil rights for all people in Nevada and across
the United States.
Posted 6-15-2011
From
the 7 August 2011 memorial service
Mary
Frances Valencia Wilson: Memories of my sister
by Joan Valencia Treptow
Weve had
many a rough patch in or lives, our little family. From the start it
wasnt easy for any of us. Being five years older than me, Nonnie
was Mamas eyes as well as her helper. When my brother came along
16 months later, she was now also shepherd of Dads little
sack of oranges. Nonnie was my nickname for Mary. I couldnt
say Mary, I thought she was Joanie, but I couldnt
say that either, ergo Nonnie.
Mama was blind, and Dad worked on the railroad, so he was gone during
the week. Coming home on the weekends was always festive. Sunday mornings
were the funny pages and dunking donuts in coffeein bed.
Daddy died in 1955, just when Nonnie was starting to grow up. There
was a lot of anger and confusion in her world. Life changed drastically
and quickly for us. We moved from our home in Norwalk, California to
a place in Covina, California, where mom was able to find a job teaching
English and American Literature. It was very hard to leave the neighborhood
in which she had grown up. She rebelled, and we didnt see her
for years.
Somewhere between her youth and adulthood, she met her demons, fought
the fight and won.
We all won.
Mary gave of herself unselfishly. She came home to help us get through
the loss of our mom in 1968. I graduated high school, married, and moved
to Wisconsin. My brother went directly into the Air Force after graduating
early, spending his entire youth in Viet Nam. When he came home he headed
to USC.
Mary came to my rescue again when I was left with a young son to rear
on one income. She helped give him a stable after-school life with lots
of friends to play with, in a safe, secure environment. She helped the
neighborhood kids too, with their homework, feeding them after school,
and made sure everyone had a coat and new shoes to start school.
When she left California, she moved to Reno to be near family. She lived
with me for a time. I believe that this was about the time that her
first issues with anxiety started. Being in a loud household with lots
of noisy kids running in and out, and listening to many lively
discussions over the phone from my ex-husband, didnt help
the situation. Mary needed a quieter place, and was relocated to an
apartment on Riverside Drive. We lost contact with each other for several
years again. She found a niche and started to help others
again, always putting others first.
After many ups and downs in my own life, we reunited at my daughters
wedding. I promised her at that time that we would never be separated
by anyone ever again, and I kept that promise.
The last 10 years have been the best of our lives. We shared holidays,
births of grandchildren, parties at home, and long talks on the phone;
and we added another member to our little band of Indians.
John has been a blessing to us all. He was a constant companion to Mary,
a great friend to Bill and me, and is a stand-up guy.
I will leave all her accomplishments in the community to others, who
can better describe what Mary meant to Nevada. At this moment in time,
its all about me and my sister.
Mary struggled every day of her life. She struggled with osteoporosis,
the loss of her teeth, anxiety attacks, and agoraphobia. Still she fought
on. She endured radiation treatments, chemotherapy, feeding and tracheotomy
tubes, and many infections. She beat cancer twice. This last time, the
bastard won. When she found out that she had cancer for the third time,
she told me I dodged the bullet twice. I think my luck is tapped
out. At least I know Im going out fighting.
She is in a safe place now.
No pain. No
fear.
At peace.
From
John Keim
This
is a short story about two people (at the beginning) empty in soul without
companionship.
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VOICES FOR MARY
Spike Valencia, right, Mary Wilsons brother,
read a poignant first-person story written by his sisters
longtime partner, John Keim, about their relationship.
Keim stood nearby, his eyes closed, too emotional to speak on
his own. Valencia called upon the audience to adopt his sisters
motivation in their own lives.
She was committed to the things she believed in, he
said. Thats leadership. Thats what we all need
to step up to do.
Mary Valencia Wilson will be inurned in the Garden of Peace at
Mountain View Cemetery in Reno. Read the full
Daily Sparks Tribune story. (Photo:
Nathan Orme/Tribune Editor)
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Two people meeting in the
manner in which Mary and I met, followed by extraordinary events, events
which make one believe there may have been some external guidance.
My first encounter was when
I decided to accept an invitation by my sister Barbara to have lunch
with her in Sacramento; my first wife of 35 years had passed in 1995.
I didnt want to drive,
so I took the bus. While at the bus depot, this young lady toting a
cane walked in and placed a sandwich about a foot adjacent to a young
frightened man sitting on a bench. He looked desperate, scared, and
like he could use some help.
Not having said a word, the
lady walked out and headed west from the depot. The gentleman looked
at the sandwich shaking with fear; he finally got up enough courage
to pick it up and put it under his jacket; he walked out and headed
east from the depot.
I watched with disbelief
and felt that the one giving the sandwich needed it more than the recipient.
I had a hard time dismissing
the event.
The second encounter with
Mary was in 1997, about a year after the first. I had made a sudden
decision to vacate my condo. I called the manager of the Riverside Apartments,
the wife of a friend that shared an office with me on Freeport Blvd.
She gave me an apartment
next to Mary.
When I pulled up, got out
of the car to unload, here comes this lady with the cane. I had an immediate
recognition. She asked me if I needed help. I looked at her in disbelief.
She looked like she was in desperate need of help.
I unloaded the car, drove
to the Burger King, got 4 hamburgers, and came back and sat down to
our first lunch together.
There was something
about Mary that fascinated me, her intellect, knowledge, and when
I asked her about a certain novel, she would walk into her apartment
and come out with the novel. I remember when I asked about The Prophet,
she walked in, came out with it in hand, I dont know why, but
I actually choked up.
When we watched Jeopardy,
she usually always had 75% of the correct answers on most all subjects.
I couldnt understand how a mind with such capacity would let the
body break down. I discovered she had phobias, Post Traumatic Shock
Disorder, and agoraphobia. To take her anywhere was somewhat of a challenge.
It got easier as her trust in me grew.
I treated Mary like a soft shelled egg, until one day I felt we could
take a drive to visit my brother. From there we drove a little farther
to the Calaveras National Park, the Big Trees. She was so impressed
with the Giants that I saw true happiness in her eyes for the first
time.
After a few weeks, I went
back and made arrangements with the park ranger to do a marriage ceremony.
He acted as though it was a common request. In September of 1997, we
went back, standing underneath the biggest tree, I asked Mary if she
would become my wife.
She got tears in her eyes and said she would like nothing better, but
couldnt because of her divorce decree. I told her not to worry;
the only ones that will know will be you, me, the park ranger, his witness,
God, and the Giants around us. At that moment she got a smile on her
face as though a light had turned on.
Suddenly I saw her stand
tall as the trees.
She asked "are you sure"
I said "Im sure."
We walked to the outdoor
chapel where the park ranger and witness were waiting. We had our ceremony
witnessed by God and the Giants.
This ceremony was our way
of committing ourselves to each other. This was for both of us so that
Mary could be secure and be ensured that I would not abandon or treat
her as had others.
Our loyalty to each other became inseparable, our love and respect for
each other never stopped growing. I stood beside her during her activities,
also stood guard when people with opposing views became aggressive.
For 10 years, we endured the noise at the air races so that the money
earned would help the Boys and Girls Club.
Mary went through hell at
these events because of her PTSD. She was driven to try and improve
the lives of underprivileged children. I was always close by to comfort
her when at times it got to be more than she could handle. At times
when she was enjoying herself, she would say to me that I made her happier
than she had ever been and she would tell me that I had saved her life.
This is just a short overview
of two individuals that once felt that life had dealt them one bad hand
after another. At last were dealt the best hand available, but, sadly
was whisked from us, enduring a great deal of pain.
Some wise men from the past
told us about love, happiness, and sorrow.
Love: "True love is eternal, infinite, and always
like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it
is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honoré de Balzac (1799 1850)
Happiness:
: The nonpermanent appearance of happiness and distress, and their disappearance
in due course, are like the appearance and disappearance of summer and
winter seasons." Bhagavad Gita (c. B.C. 400)
Sorrow: Grief
is natural to the mortal world, and is always about thee; pleasure is
the quest, and visiteth thee but by thy invitation: use well thy mind,
and sorrow shall be passed behind thee; be prudent, and the visits of
joy shall remain long with thee. Akhenaton (c. B.C. 1375)
Thank you
Mary. You have been a true and loving companion for the past 14 years,
without which I would have wandered around aimlessly until death, and
thank you for saving my life.
John
Keim
FROM: wdomkr
7:34 AM on June 15, 2011
I am proud to have known her for 15+ years. I just called her Mary.
Mary was a small petite lady, she was a natural born warrior, who fought
for others,with Activism and words. She was passionate about helping others
no matter what. If she thought they were right and needed her, she gave
it 100 %. Mary was kind and compassionate. Yet she roared like a lion.
She never lost her cool, but you could tell when she was angry by the
glint in her eyes. She just listened and gave her point of view. The years
she spent picking in the fields and growing up in Los Angeles as a young
lady working with César Chávez never left her. She
always remembered where she came from.
For some crazy reason; I'll never forget when she would tell me, "Now
let me tell you how it is..."
And she would. She always
had input from years of experiencing life.
This world needs more Mary's. Today's Hispanic youth benefits the rewards
of their labor. And they don't even know it.
Goodbye, my friend.
Adios Maria, ya descansate, ya estas con Dios. Ahorra el te cuida.
FROM: alpastor
8:51 AM on June 15, 2011
Mi hermana maravillosa. Como apasionadamente lucho. Le he echado por
anos. Se puede encontrar la paz en el mundo que no se pudo encontrar
en este. Por favor, saber que mantendremos con su buen trabajo. (2 replies)
FROM: wdomkr
1:51 PM on June 15, 2011
alpastor, how are you?
FROM: ResearchAnalyst
7:35 PM on June 15, 2011
It's good to hear you my friend. Ditto to what wdomkr asked.....
I'm very sorry
to hear about Mary. I knew her while working at the ACLU. There are
always too few activists, and now we're one less.
Bob
Tregilus, Reno, 6-14-2011
Our condolences
to the branch and the family of the deceased.
NAACP Los Angeles Branch, 6-14-2011
2011 NAACP National Convention
July 23 - 28, 2011
Hosted by the Los Angeles NAACP
Leon Jenkins, President
Vacie Thomas, Executive Assistant