Birth date: Mar 14, 1940 Death date: Jul 22, 2015
Polly Jane Drommer was born March 14, 1940 in Quanah, Texas and passed away July 22, 2015 in Mesquite, Texas. Visitation will be held at 11:30 am Monday, July 27, 2015 in The Wildwood Chapel at Restland Funeral Home. Funeral servi Read Obituary
Lovely One Spathiphyllum Plant was purchased for the family of Polly Jane Drommer.
Polly was a wonderful friend, the very meaning of FRIEND. She roped me into WOMPI and I and Minerva were her lunch buddies every week or so to catch up on movies and gossip. She will be missed. Lorna Harnit
After attending Polly's beautiful service, yesterday at Restland, I'd like to share a WOMPI memory in honor of Polly and for all who had attended those annual "WOMPI Hot Dog Lunches": After becoming an official Dallas WOMPI, in 1999 and as a Sony employee, all WOMPI'S volunteered to contribute food, their time to reach out to organizations who'd also contribute to the event, sell those raffle tickets as well as nominating, within the industry, "The Man/Woman of the Year" award. My contributions were the "Deviled Eggs" which became famous, needless-to-say, for fifteen years and to this day, am still asked to make those eggs; however, I don't have to make five dozen as I had for luncheon and know, it was a big task but enjoyed the challenge of getting those eggs to their destination during the morning of the event. Robyn, please know, the next time I make the eggs, I will be thinking of your Mom and family and will make the best batch ever! Please accept my deepest condolences, Ruth Ann Cameron
So sorry. I remember Polly's wonderful smile and her great sense of humor. Those memories will be with me forever. – Steve Fain
Eulogy by Polly's sister, Mary Ann Watts, Wichita Falls, TX. It was wonderful to be able to share my memories of Polly with a great group of family and friends. My name is Mary Estella Ann Loyd Branch Mitchell Watts. We are here to celebrate the life of Ida Faylene Polly Jane Fox Drommer. Polly said I would have to be the one to tell about her early life because there is no one else still around who knew anything about it. And I don't know very much. When Polly became so ill the first part of June and we were told that her time with us was very short, it made me sad to think of all we had missed and lost by not being raised together. But, then I had to rejoice as I thought of all the ways God had blessed us and taken care of us for over 70 years. The Old Testament is full of promises that God will take care of the stranger, the widow and the orphan and He certainly did for us. Polly was born March 14, 1940, to a single mother, Ruby Luella Cadenhead, and was given the name Ida Faylene. She was born in Quanah, TX and lived with her mother and 2 year old big sister, Mary Estella Loyd, in our grandparents house in Acme, TX. Psychologists say that children have no memory before about 4 years of age. But I was younger than four when my first memory made a lasting impression. Our mother was cleaning house – it was summertime – and she had left the wooden front door open and had just the screen door to keep out the critters. This screen door had a spring that would cause it to slam shut when someone let go. I apparently thought it was great fun to run out the door, let it slam, then run back inside and let it slam. Mother put up with this as long as she could and then she told me that if I slammed that door one more time she would spank me. I did and she did. My next memory is sitting in my mother's lap in our living room full of people who were all crying. I realized later that this is when our grandfather Cadenhead had dropped dead of a brain aneurism at work. It was just a few months before he had planned to retire from the Gypsum plant in Acme. SIX MONTHS later I remember sitting on the front porch of Grandmother's house being taught how to tie my shoelaces. Someone came and gave us the news that our mother had dropped dear of a brain aneurism. She was in the hospital, having just given birth to our half brother and just a few days short of her 23rd birthday. The baby's father took him back to North Dakota for his parents to raise. Mother was the youngest of 8 children and her older brothers and sisters now took turns trying to take care of her four year old and two year old daughter. It gets very confusing during this time and I just vaguely remember a few names. I finally wound up with Aunt Lillie Belle Branch in Phoenix, Arizona and I don't know where Faylene was except when she would come to visit us from time to time. She thinks she lived with Aunt Zada Joyner but we don't know where. Polly was the pick of the litter with soft brown hair and beautiful big brown eyes. She was adorable and every one wanted her. World War II ended in 1946 and I still remember the ringing of bells, the honking of horns and the blaring of sirens as people in Phoenix jubilantly celebrated VJ Day. I was 8 and Faylene was 6, This created a problem for Aunt Lillie Belle because her husband would be coming home from the Navy and she felt she could no longer keep either of us. Continued
Continued Eulogy by Mary Ann Watts But God had a plan. Soon after our mother died, God came along beside me and helped me understand that He would be my earthly Father as well as my Heavenly Father and He has taken care of me ever since. When I was a baby my biological father's sister and my mother were friends and Mother asked Nell Loyd Mitchell if she would take care of me if anything ever happened to her. She agreed but then they lost touch and she was not aware that my mother had died until four years later. Just when I needed a new home. Somehow she found out that I was in Arizona and arrangements were made for my aunt to bring me to Lawton and Nell would come up from Ringling, Oklahoma and pick me up. That was when she learned that I had a six year old sister who was going to Wichita Falls, TX to live with Aunt Zada. She told me many times that if she had only known she would have taken both of us. Aunt Zada soon found a family in Wichita Falls to adopt Faylene and that is when she became Polly Jane Fox. When her adoption became legal her name was changed to Polly and she was given the choice of her middle name – she chose Jane. Her new family wished to break all ties with her old family and we respected that. We grew up 60 miles apart but never made contact for 12 years. Polly's new father was George Fox who was in partnership in the Fox Randal Chevrolet Company. He and Polly soon became best buddies and she attended First Baptist Church with him. She told me her mother tried to dress her like a little lady, but as soon as they were out of the driveway, off came the hat and gloves. Polly remembers her mother, Ethel, as a brilliant lady who taught aeronautical Engineering at Sheppard Air Force Base and of wonderful trips they made together. I wish Polly's friend, Gayle Brodey, was still living and could be here to tell you about their wonderful friendship. Gayle was also adopted and they were bffs all through school and did some wild and crazy things together. One thing she told me about was skipping school, taking a bus downtown and going to a movie matinee, then rushing home before their mother's could find out. She was also given piano lessons and became an accomplished pianist. God also had a plan for us to be reunited. Aunt Zada came to visit us in Ringling and brought me a newspaper clipping of Polly when she was about 10. The name and address had been cut off but the name of the newspaper and the date were left. When I knew Polly was of legal age, I went to the newspaper archieves and found out her name and address and went to find her. The lady who answered the door told me that Mr. Fox had passed away and that Mrs. Fox had moved to Arkansas. She thought Polly might still live in town and sent around back to the caretaker's house. His wife knew everyone and everything. She told me Polly had married and gave me enough information to track her down. When I found her and asked if she remembered me, she said that at first she would ask about me and was told that we were neighborhood friends who played together. Polly and I had to work at being sisters because we had never really known each other, but we had many similarities. When I graduated from college I came to Wichita Falls to make my fame and fortune and lived with Polly during the week. I became a second mother to Robyn who was "our" precious baby. I even took her on dates with me. That is when I met my husband, Bill, who had been a classmate of Polly's. Polly moved to Dallas and I became a Marine Corps wife and we went back to a long distance relationship. I am thankful for the wonderful visits we have had during Polly's last illness and appreciate the wonderful care and concern that Robyn has had for her. I look forward to us being real sisters again someday in the home that God is preparing for us in Heaven. I am also thankful for the "special blessing sisters" that God has given each of us and hope they will be abl
Lit a candle in memory of Polly Jane Drommer
