Since practically the beginning of time, bad jokes and disparaging adages have been applied to mothers-in-law. Every one from Joan Rivers to Hubert Humphrey has taken a shot.  There’s even a song, popular in the early ’60s, entitled appropriately enough Mother-in-law by Ernie K-Doe with lyrics that claim, “Satan should be her name.”  Ouch. 

Leona (Lee) Marie Schnebly, whom I called “Momlee,” was my Mother-in-law for almost 20 years. And she was the antithesis of these silly descriptives. 

I described my first meeting with Lee in my last post when my now husband, Lindsay, took me to meet his family