My condolences on your mother's passing. My mother, Gloria Soliday and your mother were long time friends from the time when Ed & my brother Dennis were born close to each other. My brother & I moved to central CA at different times from Chicago. After retirement, our parents moved to central CA near my brother and I. Over the years, our mom and your mom exchanged birthday & holiday cards through the mail. They also kept in touch via phone calls over the years. It gave happiness to them knowing what was happening in their CA lives. Happy Florence made it to 100.
Our mother passed in 2013 at 90.
May they both rest in peace.

Part 1
	Florence Krupp was the youngest of Eleanor and Carl Olander’s children and the last of her immediate family. I think her place in the birth order sometimes vexed her in her youth, but it also nurtured her independence, her skepticism, and her autonomy. She was adventurous but not foolhardy. She feared almost nothing but was not particularly conscious of that aspect of her personality. It was just her nature.
	In the mid-1950s, our father made a remarkable change in his career trajectory to become part of the California space industry, and our parents’ joint decision to move to California profoundly affected the course of all of our lives. Certainly, my mother’s readiness to leave Chicago for southern California with my brothers and our father indicates her tolerance for risk and her embrace of the new and unknown. I am ever grateful to both of them for making that move.
	Reflecting on my mother’s passing, my brother-in-law Bruce Rector identified perhaps her primary attribute. He said she had spunk. One example confirms his assessment. In March, 1996, my mother was a passenger on a Sunline cruise on which I was lecturing about ancient astronomy and on which Robin was tutoring passengers in quicksketching and journaling. The ship was headed to ancient Maya sites on México’s Yucatán peninsula, where the primary draw was Chichén Itzá. The entire ship joined about 60,000 other visitors there to witness, on the vernal equinox, the appearance of a serpent of light and shadow on the stairway of the largest pyramid, an effect some believe the Maya designed into the monument.

Part 2
	The area just west of the Great Ball Court had been reserved for all of us transported from the ship by bus. The Great Ball Court is one of the largest in Mesoamerica. The walls are 27 feet high, and on the west, the back side of the wall is not reconstructed but is instead a steep slope of stone rubble. With a backpack full of camera gear I began climbing that precarious slope for an elevated view of the plaza and the pyramid. When I was about one-third of the way to the top and had the pyramid in view, I happened to turn my head and saw that my mother had followed me up the loose rock and had almost reached me. I asked her, “What are you doing here?” She said, “I want to see, too.”
	My mother liked to try exotic things—hot-air balloon, glider, total solar eclipse, unfamiliar food, and she liked the prospect of garage-sale discovery. She also pursued an unusual horticultural aesthetic, about which she said nothing. She quietly and deliberately collected an entertaining array of extravagant succulents and tended them in the small, unplanted courtyard of her final home in Hemet. She had more the eye of an explorer than of a landscaper or botanist. Her plants delivered surprise, and alternated with relatively large stones which had colors, shapes, and textures she judged to be distinctive and odd. Collectively and individually, the stones—big and heavy—are so striking, you wonder how she managed to collect them. Garage sales, I am guessing. Near the front door, one of the succulents—perhaps an aloe—had grown so large and had dropped so much debris, its container could not be seen. She had also gradually built up a pile of smaller, but still substantive, stones, all different,distinctive, and merged into a unified mass hidden beneath the plant.
	Charmed by her decisions in rocks and plants, I have transferred some of her succulents and some of her stones to Eagle Rock to preserve the evidence of her unexpected and thoroughly satisfying eye.

Celebrating 100 years of life in September 2023!

I am so fortunate to have her as my Mom for my 71 years of life.  She almost made 101 years!  She was an incredible mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.  She was tremendously empathetic and thoughtful to everyone she encountered. We will all miss her.

From the day we met her in 2005, Florence was like a second Mom to myself and my wife Kris. She was a most warm, loving and giving person. Florence also had quite the sense of humor. From going to yard sales with her to playing endless games of Rummy Kub every moment spent with Florence was a blessing to us. She will be sorely missed. 
My deepest sympathies to her children and other loved ones.

My Mom.  She was a force of nature.  An indefatigable source of unrelenting resilience and hope.

Amazing almost 101, she was doing so well and living by herself when she turned 100.  So impressive!  What a beautiful person she was.   She had such a warm and welcoming demeanor and so grateful for the people in her life.  She'll be truly missed. 

Love, 
Gail and Linda Wright and Susan Probst

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Florence Ann Krupp

18 septembre 1923 – 16 août 2024

McWane Family Funeral Home

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