Bill Sayenga (BS) and Ellen Riek (ER)

BS: Mama was widowed when I was four years old. She had no education beyond high school. Raised my sister and me on almost no money. And bought a house so that her kids would have a proper place to grow up. She was five foot tall and a half inch. And when she’d get mad at me and playfully go to swing at me, I could hold my arm out, my fingers against her forehead and her arms would swing under mine. And then, of course, she’d start to laugh, and she wasn’t mad at me anymore. And that was who she was. I don’t consider myself a weak person, but I’m puny next to Mama. And I have no idea where that strength came from.

ER: So, for your grandkids what do you think it’s important to know about about granny? And um, what do you hope they don’t lose in this next generation?

BS: Integrity. And keep finding out more pieces of who you are. I remember, the second time she ran for tax collector, we’re in this small suburb of Pittsburgh, and one of the workers was a guy by the name of John.  And John came to the door one Sunday morning, with all of my mother’s opponent’s posters from all around town—he’d torn them all down. And he was very proud of himself. He brought them to the door and smiled and showed Mama and said, ‘Look! I took them all down.’  She said, ‘Take those back out and and put every damn one of them back up. Bill, you go with him. Make sure he does it!’  She’d a lost that election rather than cheat even a little bit. That’s Mama.  Of all the people that I have met in my life, I respect her, and admire her more highly than anybody else that I have met.