Friday, January 13, 2023
Mieke was a dear soul. A lifelong friend to my parents, Skip and Concie Danforth, she radiated love, laughter and sometimes even sported a great hand played around the bridge table. I, like "Little Mieke," remember performing gracious acts around our respective parents bridge tables, sweeping away the full ashtrays and filling those silver snack bowls and trays.
I remember going to see Mieke play tennis on those fabulous grass tennis courts she loved so dearly (I think she may have even let me take a few strokes out there) and the countless hours of our parents enjoying life's adventures together. From Brown University, to Cape Cod to Short Hills and Montclair, New Jersey and in between. Elegant, and the best friend my mother could ever have, they shared uproarious laughter together, egging each other on until they couldn't breathe, sharing stories of raising children, their marriages, their families and travel stories.
Mieke helped me prepare for the day that perhaps, she and mom would take Little Mieke and I to Holland, by teaching me such useful sayings as "eieren met spek" (eggs with bacon).
With Mieke's impish grin at an English phrase, which she knew would make us all smile, she leaves us all remembering her kind words, her giant heart, her elegant style, her dedicated love for her daughter and family. To dear, loved Mieke and to all; Vrede zij met jou en je familie
