Our thoughts are with you all during this time. May your memories comfort you, and your tears becomes smiles when you think of your mother Erin and David Haggith
I want to express my deepest condolences to those she left behind. I will be forever grateful that I was able to be a part of her life. She was such an inspiration to me. She was such a strong woman and she taught me a lot. She was so proud of each one of her daughters and I'm so glad I was able to share this experience with them. I know she is at peace now.
Thinking of you. Now your mother knows more than we do. Memories live on, may they comfort you in the darkest hour.
She was Renee's mom and remained a dear friend of mine she loved me and I loved her Sonya Renee and I shared many great times together. Space one thing stays in my memory. We were all working on the blob a wretched film I had complimented Jackie on the good job she had done patching holes on the set her face just lit up radiating Joy at the recognition, something we all want. Such a simple thing just meant so much. I'll miss you Jackie.
There’s so much about my mother to be told. But I will keep it short. My mother was a truly independent thinker and that made for an unusual childhood sometimes. When it snowed in La Crescenta, (a rare occurrence) she wrote us all excuses from school and drove us up into the mountains to play in it. There were also many excursions to Zuma beach and Disneyland.
As I grew up I realized that she was a little bit different from the other moms. At one time she decided she wanted to live in a shack in the desert. This worried my dad for some time until she finally moved on to the next thing. She instilled her love of both the beach and the desert in all of us. I am so grateful for that. I am so happy that my mother was extraordinary rather than ordinary. And she kept right on being an interesting, unique, individual through her entire life.
In recent years Sonja and I were taking Jacqueline to the state fair. She was having heart trouble and needed supplemental oxygen, but this didn't diminish her desire to go.
Bright red hair, beautifully clothed, and wearing an aqua blue cowboy hat with sequins, she made a strong impression. When we walked in to rent a wheelchair, the attendant smiled and said, "Oh good, you're back!"
Based on people's reactions, it became obvious to Sonja and me that her mother had something we lacked: Jacqueline was cool.
The big attraction for her was the carnival rides. The more thrilling the ride—the better she liked it. The Octopus and the Apollo were recurring favorites. The last time we went—I think it was 2017 and she was 83—she insisted on going on the Bungee Jump. There was a battle of wills, but Sonja and I were adamant. We would not strap her to a giant rubber band and drop her from the top of a crane.
At one of the other rides, she couldn't manage the high step into the gondola and ended up on her back, wedged onto the floor with her arms and legs sticking up like a stranded turtle. This didn't bother her much and we all had a good laugh.
At the Tilt-a-Whirl she had trouble with the uneven surface, but the attendants were patient and helpful and managed to get her in. After the ride she stumbled and fell but luckily escaped injury. As we exited, we walked by a group of young women. I saw one of them look at Jacqueline with amazement and say, "That's what I'm talkin' about." Her meaning was clear: "When I get old, I am going to be like her." I felt proud.
Jacqueline was a strange and wonderful woman and I was lucky to have her as my mother-in-law.
To Wendy, Sonya and Little Jackie,
You have my sympathy on the passing of your mother. Jackie was one of the sweetest people I have ever met.