A resident of Santa Monica, Shirley passed away January 6, 2007. She was the beloved wife of Clarence; mother of Peggy (Gary) Chiate; William (Elisabeth) Shockley, ’67; Diane (Steve) Maldonado, ’69; and Heidi (Alex) Maldonado; she was predeceased by her children, Robert, Richard, and Randi-Shockley Gray.
She is survived by 16 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren.
Services will be 11 a.m., Wednesday at Mount Sinai Memorial Parks & Mortuaries-Hollywood Hills 800/600-0076.
Mrs. Shockley was a warm, kind-hearted woman from Chicago, like her husband and children, and I loved her. She treated me like a nephew. If I had to pay a dime for every time I ate dinner at the Shockley home on Madonna in Sunny Hills, I’d be in debtor’s prison. She presided over a close family of 5 children at home by the time I met her, and although she feigned exasperation at times, she was a bright, perceptive women who didn't miss a trick. Many times she fixed a vat of spaghetti and we all feasted in the dining room; her husband and children, and often as many as four guests. They were a fun-loving family, without pretense and inclined to mock it. The children and Mr. Shockley could get boisterous and hilarious when they were together, and they often teased Mrs. Shockley, who laughed and laughed. She was the best good sport.
As high school juniors, Bill and I worked for Mr. Shockley in a side venture, and we delivered wrapped packages of wholesale meat all over North and Central Orange County, in our parents’ cars. When we finished after a 4-10 shift on a school night, searching in the dark for the last 10 or 12 addresses in the Terra Incognito (to us) of Garden Grove, Fountain Valley, Westminster, Stanton, Hawaiian Gardens and Buena Park, we staggered home -- convinced we had invented Hard Work Itself -- and found Mrs. Shockley at her kitchen table, counting our receipts with the aplomb of a born bookkeeper -- and that was a blast. She gave us our cut and we had the illusion of wealth (a phrase Mr. Linn at Sunny Hills once to describe his own payday.) Those were happy times.
She unfailingly gave me good counsel, sweet empathy and always asked me if I were seeing anyone and if so, was she a marital prospect? She had ridiculously bright children, beautiful daughters, athletic sons, and stood her ground. I’ll never forget her. Being a friend of the Shockley family was a joy and an education. They had a exuberance for life, and it was catching.