Burial of an American Lady

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Burial of an American Lady

Written by Norman Fulkerson   

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Colonel Ripley often referred to Moline as his "queen."

On September 25, 2009, a small group of family and friends said their final farewell to Moline Blaylock Ripley. She died at her home in Annapolis, Md., on Saturday, September 12, 2009 at the age of 68.

Moline was born in Bluefield, W.Va., on Pearl Harbor day, December 7, 1941, to Arnold Vincent and Edna Pais Blaylock. Her family eventually moved to Radford, Va. where she attended Radford High School and later went on to graduate from Madison College. Upon graduation, Moline Blaylock married John Walter Ripley a Marine who went on to earn legendary status during two tours of duty in Vietnam.

Moline’s burial was actually the same day that the first biography of her husband was going to print. Although I had only met Moline on one occasion, I somehow felt I knew her through the writing of An American Knight, The Life of Colonel John W. Ripley USMC.

“Female Version of John Ripley”
There were two distinct sides of Moline Ripley. She was truly a strong woman who lived up to the distinction some bestowed upon her of being the “female version of John Ripley.” During the frequent deployments of her husband, she ran the house. This entailed taking care of difficult problems that arose as well as entertaining house guests. Many people described her as a “gracious hostess and the consummate Southern lady.”

(left to right) John, Stephen, Moline,
Thomas and Mary. This photo
was taken while John Ripley was
in Okinawa for a year. It occupied
a prominent place on Colonel
Ripley's nightstand up until his
death.

"Her flexibility enabled her to throw a tea party,” I pointed out in An American Knight, “as skillfully as she could do house repairs, if the need arose.”

Moline’s strength can be seen in a story related to me by Ann Devine, whose mother Patricia was Col. Ripley’s older sister. As a battlefield commander, John Ripley experienced the horrors of war and dealt with the stress that often accompanies such a life. This entailed bad dreams which would wake him in the middle of the night. It was for this reason that Moline would meet her husband on his return trips from deployments and stay with him some days during his process of adjusting back to normal civilian life.

In the last years of her life, Moline would have her own personal struggles when she noticed, as did other family members, that her memory was fading and suspected the cause. She showed rare courage in the face of what the problem might be and called Miss Devine, whose mother, Patricia, died from complications due to Alzheimer’s disease. Moline was not seeking pity when she called Ann. Rather she wanted to know not only how the sickness affects the patient, but more importantly what impact it would have on the family members who would have to care for her. Mrs. Ripley was concerned about the burden they would have to endure and made the call because she knew Ann would tell her the painful truth. Stephen Ripley, the oldest of the children, described how his mother faced Alzheimer’s disease with humor and dignity which was likely meant by Moline to ease their burden.

Colonel John Ripley and wife
Moline in England during his tour
with the British Royal Marines with
(left to right) sons Thomas, Stephen and
daughter Mary.

Stalked Beautiful Things Like a Big Game Hunter
The other side of Moline was the compassionate side that worked hard to alleviate the suffering of those in need. Shortly after she was married, her husband was sent away for numerous training programs and deployments. While he was away, Moline acquired a position with the local school teaching first graders. The children under her care were from poor white sharecropper families. Some were so destitute, they lived in homes that were former tobacco barns with dirt floors. Seeing their unfortunate condition, Moline took it upon herself to prepare food baskets for the poorer families which she delivered during Christmas.

Being the wife of an officer in the Marine Corps was not easy. Although the family moved a lot during the war years, Stephen Ripley made a point of saying that “wherever mom was, that was home.”

Moline shared not only her husband's toughness but also his love of elevated things. During his funeral eulogy, Stephen depicted his mother as a woman who possessed a strong attraction for beauty and a person who possessed “refinement, determination and strength.” He illustrated this in an amusing way. Moline stalked antiques and beautiful things, he said, “like a big game hunter.” On one occasion he told how she spotted a truck full of leaves passing her on the highway with an oriental rug carelessly used as a tarp, thrown on top. She engaged in a high speed chase, stopped the truck and closed the deal to buy the carpet on the sidewalk.

Her appreciation for such things is most likely the reason she chose to become an interior decorator. One of the more noteworthy houses she helped decorate was that of the celebrated home of the Marine Corps Commandant located at the historic barracks at 8th and I streets in Washington DC.

What shown through most in Moline was this latter aspect of being a person of refinement and delicacy of soul. I had always seen her husband as a true American Knight, as I learn more about Moline, I am consoled to find in her the ideal counterpart, a true American Lady.

Marine Corps Body Bearers for Moline Ripley

Marine Corps body bearers carry the coffin of Moline Ripley
up the front steps of the Naval Academy Chapel in Annapolis,
Maryland.

What impressed me most about the funeral of Moline Blaylock Ripley, were the Marine Corps body bearers assigned to carry her coffin. To have the honor of being in this group, I was told, they must be able to carry a coffin at chest level for two miles without stopping. That means each Marine is carrying about 100 pounds. The other requirement is that they be at least six-feet-tall. When I approached them, I felt like I had wandered into a land of giants; gallant men dressed in noble uniforms. Three of them had also carried the coffin of Colonel John Ripley to its final resting place and now they would take his wife to be placed by his side. They were men –I described in an article about Col. Ripley’s funeral– who looked like they were carved out of granite.

I watched these burly Marines, gently carry the coffin up the steps and could not help contrast their militant manners and fierce determination in their eyes, with the mental image of Moline, a gracious Southern lady. They were not carrying the coffin of a warrior this time, but that of his fair lady. As they entered the Church I stepped off to the side and gazed on in awed silence. The scene was an image of the chivalrous spirit, so lacking in the world today, of the respectful way men should treat women. I imagined someone trying to approach Moline’s coffin with disrespect and took delight in what I knew would be the response of these gigantic men.

It was noteworthy how they did not carry the heavy coffin in a begrudging way but with pride and loyalty. Moline was as much an American Lady as her husband was a an American Knight. The Marine Corps body bearers were making sure she reached her final resting place with dignity. One would expect nothing less from the Marine Corps.

Vaunted on High
Upon arriving at the burial sight the body bearers carried the coffin to its final resting place. Before laying it down, however, they raised the coffin of Moline on high as they had done for her husband before Father McGeory gave his final blessings for the deceased.

It could not have been a more appropriate conclusion to this fine lady’s funeral, considering the battle waged by her husband against sending women into combat. The reason Col. Ripley so strongly opposed such a ludicrous proposition was because of his respect, not his disdain for women.

“The mother of the American family,” his son Thomas quoted him as saying, “is a person that should be vaunted on high and should never have to deal with the nasty job of doing the ditch digging of our nation, fighting wars, protecting our country.”

Marine Corps body bearers raising the coffin of Moline Ripley
before the final blessings. "Vaunted on high" as Colonel John
Ripley would have wanted it.

On this day Moline Blaylock Ripley, a Southern lady, and devoted wife of “An American Knight” received the treatment Col. Ripley would have wanted her to have as six Marine body bearers raised her up and “vaunted her on high.”

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Our sincere condolences to Stephen, Mary, Thomas and John Ripley.

May her soul and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in Peace. Amen

Last Updated on Thursday, October 8, 2009

 

[GonzoII]

[silverleaf]

beautiful story- thank you

[GonzoII]

You’re welcome.

[B-Chan]

A lovely story about a lovely family. Thank you for posting it.

[Gay State Conservative]

Powerful stuff.Very moving.May they both rest in peace.

[fieldmarshaldj]

RIP.

[A.A. Cunningham]

The soon to be released biography of Colonel Ripley.

An American Knight: The Life of Colonel John W. Ripley, USMC

Colonel John Walter Ripley, U.S. Marine Corps

A Eulogy by his son, Thomas Ripley

I would like to start my remarks with one of our father's favorite prayers – God, Please do not let screw this up. Amen.

As I look out in this chamber I see some of our nation's greatest warriors and patriots. Our father addressed each of you as his friend, family, and fellow Marine. All equal terms in his book. I want to thank all of you for coming to honor our father. Our family is deeply humbled by the outpouring of support and your condolences. Our father taught me that leadership is "a contact sport"; you have to personally engage your Marines. This turnout is a testament to John Ripley's style of leadership and for that matter his style of friendship.

My father is part of two great institutions: the U.S. Marine Corps, and the U.S. Naval Academy. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the Commandant, Gen. Conway, and the Superintendent of the Naval Academy, Vice Adm. Fowler.

When I was a newly minted 2nd Lt. one of my Basic School instructors told me that my father is worth 1000 men. He could see from my expression that I did not understand – a look that I mastered as a 2nd Lt. He responded that if there was a fight and your father was going, then 1000 men would immediately join him. It appears that instructor underestimated John Ripley.

Family was always the most important thing in John Ripley's life. My siblings and I are living proof of this. We made plenty of mistakes as children, and if it were not for the bond of family none of us would have seen 18. Our father gave everything to us. He never had a nice car, took individual vacations, or had lavish things – all of that went to our education and betterment. He was a selfless parent. Despite all of his achievements we always knew that we were his greatest accomplishment.

Our father loved history. A lifelong student, and son of Virginia, he often closed his messages, notes, and speeches with a quote from Stonewall Jackson, Jeb Stuart, or Robert E. Lee. Every road trip as a child included a sudden stop to read a battlefield marker, or pause for a quick history lesson. This knowledge gave him a sense of perspective. He believed that he was located at Dong Ha for a reason, and that he had the tools and the training to blow that bridge. He passed on this perspective at every opportunity. When he would speak in public or private it was always built on stories and lessons of the past. How many of you have walked a battlefield, toured a museum, a monument, or cemetery with John Ripley – the emotion was overwhelming and was only matched by his passion for the topic. History inspired our father, and his passion was focused on the courageous acts of Marines carrying out their orders. The tactics and details of history were simply a baseline to teach us about the more important things. Our father's knowledge of the Corporal, the PFC, and those overlooked acts of heroism was unmatched. It tells a great deal about John Ripley's character that he spent the time to uncover these facts, and chose to use them instead of other, more well-known examples of courage and heroism.

Faith always played a powerful role in our father's decisions. Faith is why John Ripley was always incredibly optimistic. When the odds were long John Ripley wanted to be with you, and you wanted the same thing. His parting words to my brother and I as we matriculated into VMI were "Just remember – they can't kill you". He took particular pride getting the underdog, the student athlete with the questionable academics but great leadership potential, into the Academy. John Ripley loved a good fight, and he was good at it.

There are so many incredible memories and lessons that I have from our father. I want to leave you with a few of our favorites.

• Trouser pockets are not for hands.
• Officers with facial hair love to stand weekend duty
• Always take the hard road. You will be tired, but you will be alive.
• There are two seats on the John Ripley train – on it or under it
• When you use the kneeler today, do not rest your bottom on the pew. Kneel or sit – not both.
• The term Skipper is only to be used for Commanding Officers of Rifle Companies in Combat, and Ships at Sea.

I want to share with you the concept of "A nickel a run." We never took normal vacations as children. In our house it was 100% all the time and this held true for vacations. We would drive all night to the beach and arrive at 2AM. In the middle of the night we did what every normal family would do – we would go for a swim. When we went to Martha Vineyard for a day trip our father rented 5 bicycles, and we peddled around the island. My entire family found out first hand that it's 27 miles around Martha's Vineyard. I was 10 years old. While visiting Yosemite in the early spring we all had to swim across the Merced River. And when we would go skiing, Dad would buy us all lift tickets at $20 each. The key was to get as many runs down the hill as possible so that at the end of the day you were at a "nickel a run." I was 25-years-old when I discovered that that ski resorts serve food, and have warm lodges.

In John Ripley's house everyone had a job and whining was not allowed. Idle hands are the devil's playthings. One summer our father found us watching TV in the basement. He promptly cut the power cord off the TV closest to the set so that we could not splice the wires. Many of you do not know that my father is also a dentist - after years of complaining about the fact that I had to wear braces, I demanded that they be removed. To my surprise, my father obliged and removed them that day with a pair of pliers.

You all know that our father loved being a U.S. Marine. Over and over in his notes he says the same thing – To be a Marine is to be blessed. My emblem is the same as yours and the same as the hundreds of thousands that went before me – they are watching me perform. I have to uphold the standards. My father's style of leadership was summed up on a card he gave me when commissioned.

A Marine Leader must have:

• The Spirit of the Attack – March to the sound of the guns
• Boldness – You are part of the finest fighting force in the world – act like it.
• A receptiveness for risk taking – Risk comes with the job, and if you are not comfortable operating with risk then you need to get into a new line of work.
• Endurance, mental & physical – Mental is far more important than physical
• Decisiveness – Make a decision, Lieutenant!
• A sense of mission, a sense of duty. - Mission first, Marines Always

In recent years the Marine Corps saved our father's life – twice. The first time our 32nd Commandant, Gen. Jones, provided a helicopter so that our father could receive a transplant. Time was short, and when John Ripley needed the Corps they came through in a way only the Corps could. The second time few people know about. The road to recovery from the transplant was a long one. Our father was struggling. There was a commotion outside his hospital room as an Army orderly tried to stop the four Marines from entering. Moments later the Color Sergeant of the Marine Corps entered with the Battle Colors of the Marine Corps. The message was simple. ""Sir, the Commandant [Gen. James L. Jones] says that these colors are not to leave this room until you do."" Those colors saved his life.

While stationed here in 1985, the Commandant of the Naval Academy, Leslie Palmer, died suddenly. Our father came to visit his friend prior to internment. He was shocked when he entered the room to find no honor guard with Capt. Palmer. As the Senior Marine at the Naval Academy our father stood at Parade Rest by Capt. Palmer for 10 hours. It was only after our mother called another Marine to replace him that our father would leave his friend's side.

While serving as the Director of History for the Marine Corps our father was contacted by an officer from a regimental staff in Iraq. The regimental CP was hit by a mortar round and the regimental colors had blood on them and were burned in several spots. The officers question was what do we do with these Colors and how do we get new ones. Our father's response was classic John Ripley – ""Nothing. They are called BATTLE COLORS"".

There is little question that John Ripley was a winner. Most of you do not know the secret of our father's success. If you have ever attended one of his change of commands, a promotion, or an awards ceremony, you will know that at the end he always thanked one person for his achievements – our mother, Moline. As many of you know our mother is not able to attend today's funeral service. It is said that behind every successful man is a woman that expects it. This was never more accurate than in our home. My Mom loved being married to a Marine, and she loved the Corps. I remember in Camp Lejeune when our father would come home for dinner she would politely ask him to go upstairs and change out of his uniform. I always thought this was odd. I finally figured it out. When passing out orders in the house Moline did not want to embarrass him. Mom outranked Dad. Our mother, Moline, has always been the driving force behind John Ripley.

In the future I will tell my son about his grandfather, John Walter Ripley. I will tell him that John Ripley was everything that is good about being an American. He gave everything he had to his family, and he loved his wife above all things. He was driven, and eternally optimistic. John Ripley was a patriot, and he remains my hero. His one defining trait – above all others – was that John Walter Ripley is a U.S. Marine.