Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

My Heroes have always been . . .


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Does every little kid have them? I know I did.

Like most little girls, my first hero was my dad. Dad married Mom on his 19th birthday. Mom had just turned 18 two months earlier. Two-and-a-half years later, I was born. Daddy was practically a kid himself, but oh! What a great dad he was. (Still is.)

Maybe it was because he was so young, but my memories of him while I was a child are almost all happy ones. He’d carry us to the breakfast table on his shoulders, take us to work with him if we didn’t have school, sing along with Mom when we went just about anywhere in the car.

He was our champion, believed in each of his children and I only saw his temper flash once. That was when #4 and I were nearly run down by a car.

I thought Dad was going to snatch the man out of his car and whip him right there, but that anger came from his fright.

As a kid, my favorite library books were biographies that told mostly about the childhoods of famous people. I took several of them as my heroes. Will Rogers. Jane Addams (born to money, she opened day care centers so poor kids whose moms had to work didn’t have to be left home alone, where without supervision, they often got poisoned, burned or died.)

Annie Oakley, Susan B. Anthony and Amelia Earhart were top favs. Annie, an inspiring legend yet she was real! Susan because she had a great name, and because she thought girls should have the same rights and opportunities as boys (I agreed with that, for sure!) and Amelia because she seemed so fearless.

My very favorite was Molly Pitcher. Molly’s real name was Mary Hays.

From Wikipedia: Mary Hays spent much of the early day carrying water to soldiers and artillerymen, often under heavy fire from British troops.

The weather was hot, over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Sometime during the battle, William Hays collapsed next to his cannon.

Mary Hays took his place at the cannon. (I always imagined her stepping over him to take his place, more worried about the war than her wimpy spouse.) 

For the rest of the day, in the heat of battle, Mary continued to “swab and load” the cannon using her husband’s rammer.

I loved that story! (Still do!)

I soon found several Biblical heroes (besides Jesus) who I still claim– Deborah, who led the Israelites. Mary, who sat at Jesus’s feet even though her sister Martha tried to shame her into working. And the women who were brave enough to go to prepare Jesus’s body on the third day while the apostles and disciples were hiding and shaking in their boots sandels.

These heroic women were the first to know that Christ had risen!

My latest heroes are closer to home. Sister Amy, who suffered through terrible tragedy and loss, yet has a cheerful disposition every day.

My friend Becki, who heard God’s call and answered it.

My preach and his wife, who’ve been through so much and yet never falter in their walk.

My friend, Suezan, who suffered through breast and liver cancer and has now gone home to be with the Lord.

My friend, Marilyn, who takes the time and trouble to help other (ie: wannabe) writers. 

My husband, who’s lived with me all these years and still likes me! 🙂

And, of course, my dad. Guess you’d call him my forever hero. 

Were you a kid who had heroes? Care to share?

Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

2 thoughts on “My Heroes have always been . . .

  1. Wow, I’m honored to be in such great company.

    Probably the person I admired most was my mom. She was born into a large family during the Depression, got married right out of high school and suffered more than her share of hardships, but she was so strong. Daddy died when I was 15, and finishing raising the three of us fell entirely on her. She was hardheaded as could be, loved God and her family and thought her grandkids were truly grand.

    I also admired my dad’s mom. Granny was four-foot-nothing and raised seven kids and a grandson, along with chickens and pigs, and being granny to who knows how many grandkids and great-grands. She was a strong woman, too — I’m drawn to that type because it’s what I’ve always known.

    You fall into that category, too, Susie-Qute!

    • Your mama was a real woman, Marilyn. And so beautiful! I just loved her. Stories about your granny have always made me smile. I wish I’d known her!
      BTW: With all you’ve had to suffer through as you helped Wannabes get started, you deserve a crown!
      Thanks for coming by!

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