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Photo Album:
The Shields Family

By Megan Smolenyak, Contributor
August / September 2015

July 24, 2015 by Leave a Comment

I’ve written about several Irish American mothers for this magazine – Eugenia Biden, Lorna Colbert, and Anne Meara – and the word that always comes to mind is indomitable. Nothing breaks them, which makes it all the more shocking when we lose them. My mother was a member of this club.
The last-minute child in a Jersey City family that included two older sisters, Mom was named Seton by her mother’s cousin, Sr. Aldegonde of the Sisters of Charity, founded by Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton. Born a Shields, she resumed use of her maiden name post-divorce, so most knew her as Seton Shields.
Like her sister Bea, Mom studied nursing. Her R.N. training and time in St. Vincent’s emergency room in New York would provoke later warnings against motorcycles (“the gravel gets embedded in your skin”), but more critically, equip her for the curves life tossed her way.

Stacy’s first arm.
Stacy’s first arm.

By 21, she was married and living in France with two children with birth defects. As a blue baby whose heart healed spontaneously, I got off easy, but not so my parents. My baby book is riddled with notations in Mom’s tidy script that only medical professionals would understand. And then came my sister.
On the day of her birth, Dad wrote a letter to his parents stateside. “There is no doubt that she’s a delicate beauty but, unfortunately, not perfectly so. God gave us Stacy without a right forearm and hand,” he wrote. “We have, however, come to recognize and accept the situation with the avowed determination to make Stacy’s life all that it should be. To achieve this end, nothing will be spared.”
As a nurse, Mom instantly grasped more than the readily apparent implications. Without an arm, Stacy would lack balance, and that would have a ripple effect in terms of her development in even such basics as crawling and walking, so Stacy soon became the youngest person ever fitted with a prosthetic.
Graduation photo of Seton Shields.
Graduation photo of Seton Shields.

That kind of resolve and advocacy helps explain how Stacy went on to, among other accomplishments, become the star of our high school boys’ tennis team and mother of four remarkable children now Doogie-Howsering their way through a pile of degrees.
That same determination would also lead Mom to parlay her nursing degree into a career as a health care executive. Tasked with launching a subsidiary, she landed a $70 million contract the first year and was on her way to becoming the rarest of creatures – a female CEO in the 1980s. To this day, she’s the only CEO I’ve heard of who could run a corporation by day and whip up a feast for a dozen or sew Halloween costumes for her grandchildren by night.
Seton Shields, President & CEO of Health Management Strategies, Inc.
Seton Shields, President & CEO of Health Management Strategies, Inc.

When she departed too soon, several who knew Mom best assured me that she was up there giving St. Peter a hard time. As one wrote, “She was a powerhouse of a woman. I’ll bet she’s even now demanding to see someone in charge and wondering aloud why this heaven place is not any better organized than it is, after all this time.”
Yes, that’s her. Indomitable still. ♦

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  1. Maryann Sivak says

    August 1, 2015 at 11:48 am

    Thank you for writing this moving article. It is so encouraging! Your mom was a great lady;

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  2. Diane says

    August 27, 2015 at 8:09 pm

    She raised an incredibly kind and generous daughter….you!!

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  3. Johanna Stulginsky says

    June 28, 2016 at 11:05 am

    Stumbled on your blog after seeing the Miranda post. My maternal Mirandas are also from Puerto Rico. But from Morovis not Vega Alta. My Great grandfather was a legislator, US Census enumerator, in charge of the WW1 registration in the town of Morovis. Still looking for a connection to Vega Alta on Ancestry.

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  4. Melissa Egan says

    August 23, 2018 at 6:32 pm

    Another interesting article – but I was absolutely gobsmacked at how much you look like your beautiful mother! Your own career has been a tribute to what you’ve inherited from your Irish mother. Thank you for sharing!

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