Arline Katherine Weber Carlson, age 83, passed away on Friday, May 22, 2020, at the Lower Cape Fear LifeCare.
A Tribute to Arline “Lee” Weber Carlson
That’s the word I said out loud when I saw the picture of her and her husband when they first started dating. She was a beauty and he was a looker. Arline Katherine Weber born November 3rd 1936, daughter of Pauline and Phillip Weber. She had two older brothers, Phillip II and Gerard and that, I think, made her feel protected and watched out for, maybe even, “one of the guys.” She brought the spunk. As a kid she loved watching the ball games. She would climb the cage behind the bleachers to sit on top to watch and keep score with her friends. The day George asked her out on their first date she said “I’m not sure, you’ll have to ask my brothers” so, he did. He was friends with them, but asked their permission anyway, only for her brothers to holler back “Oh, the Swede? He’s alright, sure!” they said with a wave, because that’s what ya’ called your friend who was Swedish back then. “The good ole’ days” they called it. When playing Johnny Jump Up or throwing a nickel closest to the stoop to see who wins were ways to have fun and pass the day. She was an incredibly “good girl” and right up to the day she passed, she never once in her life saw an R rated movie. She had a kind, sweet, heart and a soft, gentle way about her, always with a smile and some quick wit and a giggle that followed it. If it was a zinger coming at her, ya’ might catch her with a fist clenched up in a ball with a joke of “Ya’ want some of this?!” She had a hard time with people that thought they were better than everybody. “Uppity” she’d call them. “Has to be the center of attention, thinks about only themselves.” She couldn’t stand people like that and I don’t blame her, nor would I argue that. She didn’t want help with anything. Ya’ wouldn’t dare try too, from cutting tree branches down, to cutting a cereal box up into tiny pieces, she loved destroying things and she hated clutter. “Get rid of it” she’d say and I find myself wishing I was more like her. She would tell you she “didn’t have a green thumb” but her Mom did. Marigolds were her favorites and told us about the flower boxes her father made for her mother when she was a kid. Every visit she would tell us stories and I couldn’t get enough of them. The stories she told us? They told us together? I’m forever grateful and hopefully, have heard them enough to keep retelling them.
I think when we find a love like that, like they had, it brings out the best in each of us and they definitely brought out the best in each other and put that into their kids. You did a great job raising two great kids; Deborah Carlson Fairclough, proceeding you, and Christopher Carlson of Hampstead, NC. Both of them knew how to give love and receive love and that’s not easy to do. They knew what the words forgiveness, compassion and respect meant and demonstrated it all the time. I have to believe that’s because of the Mother you were. That job doesn’t come with a handbook, but somehow I think you could have written it for others to follow. We’re missing you already “Mama Carlson”. Life won’t ever be the same, but we know in our hearts, you’re having quite the reunion with your loving husband of 61 years, George Peter Carlson, beautiful daughter Debbie and all your family and friends from years past.
In lieu of flowers or donations to our favorite charity, we ask you to simply go, take someone you love to the park with a coffee and a donut. Sprinkle some bird seed down and as you feed the birds, talk about them and what kind you think they are, wonder where they’re going and when you think they may be coming back. Enjoy the clouds as they pass over and soak in the views of the park as you sip your coffee together making memories to last your lifetime. You won’t regret it.
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Wilmington Funeral & Cremation, 1535 S.41st Street Wilmington, NC 28403. 910.791.9099.