This valiant women lifted herself and her two boys out of poverty through her amazing fortitude and resilience. That effort allowed her grandchildren and great grandchildren not to face the trauma of poverty.
She was born in Ponce, Puerto Rico in 1934; arrived in New York City in 1949, after being essentially homeless in Puerto Rico because her mother died when Iris was only two years old. Her father, who was a merchant Marine was nearly always at sea. When her merchant marine father remarried more than a decade later, she went to live with him in Spanish Harlem.
Soon, she was nearly homeless again with two sons after divorcing. Determined to have a better life she earned her GED, then an associate degree in nursing becoming a LPN. She went on to earn a Baccalaureate degree in nursing becoming a registered nurse, and before retiring she had earned a Master’s degree and worked as an administrator of nursing at a large NYC hospital.
She was an accomplished martial artist; highly skilled in the “Art of the Flying Chancleta.” No matter where in the neighborhood me or my brother were misbehaving that slipper would find us; whack us, and boomerang back to my mom’s foot. She had ESP and a great sense of humor, laughing as we rubbed our heads where the slipper landed.
She loved gardening and had a wonderful garden of flowers and vegetables adorning her small front and back yards. She traveled to China; where she participated in a nursing forum. She was a foster parent to many children. She was paying forward the gifts she had received; helping others to succeed.
She was always impeccably quaffed; often wearing colorful hats to top off her beautiful outfits.
The family will hold a private grave side service. Family suggests memorial donations to BrightFocus Foundation-supporting scientists in their search for a cure for Alzheimer’s. To leave on-line condolences, go to www.embserfuneralhome.com.
I miss you so much Iris. I Wish I was able to see you before you passed away,I know that you will always be with me, as you said I was like family to you
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ReplyDeleteA wonderful women and mother. I will miss our little chats. Vaya con Dios.
ReplyDeleteAlways a pleasure to see her and visit a little, even though it was usually because something in the house was broken. It still makes me smile when I remember her telling me about cornering the Mayor in Giant because she didn't like something. One of her pieces of artwork is safe in my home. RIP Iris.
ReplyDeleteit was a pleasure to meat you and our talks and short walks were great. you showed me your plants and paintings you did in your room. rip hun thanks for the talks.
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