We must try to reflect on the fact that for nearly 15 years in a row, all of the above were in short supply or just not at all.
reflecting
God Bless you
He was a beautiful person with a happy life, we all have a lot to thank our eternal Father for.
Sorry for your loss. And thank you for the reminder to reflect :)
Sorry for your loss. She saw a lot in her life.
Bert, I am saddened to hear of this great woman’s passage. Your description of her is similar to my own grandmother who passed away close to the same age.
My dear grandmother lost her mother as a child, and as the oldest, ran the house until my great grandfather remarried. They lived on a remote farm and it was a harsh life.
I am glad God let us know and learn from such people, and we can cherish them in our hearts.
Thank you for sharing.
As an aside, if Trump doesn't win, we who are still alive are about to enter a time that might make the Great Depression look good by comparison.
Sorry for your loss bert. May God Bless.
Prayers for comfort.
Wonderful story. Society was functional (to the extent any society is), and people/family (both family and not) stepped up and helped each other. Here’s another along the same lines: My great-grandfather, with his three children (including my then four-year-old grandmother) lost his wife. The family was very poor, making a bare bones living farming a small plot of land quite a ways out from town. Their pastor took them into his home, which was a block away from where my future grandfather was being raised, along with his three siblings, by my divorced great grandmother. He (grandfather) was ‘adopted’ by a childless couple who put him to work in their business across the street from the pastor’s home. My grandparents met as kids, grew up together, and married young (by today’s measure). The decency of good people brought my them together. This, the grace of God really, is what has traditionally advanced our civilization.
May she rest in peace and may God console her loved ones.
Ahh, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
God bless your Aunt Ethel now resting in the Lords presence. Nice story. And we who are older know somewhat of the hardships our older relatives faced. I fear our children and grandchildren will face many hardships we cannot imagine.
absence does ‘...make the heart grow fonder.’
makes me think of a small, fraying photo of my dad and his 3 brothers, standing sideways by height and age, hands on shoulders—smiling and happy boys—completely ignorant of their poverty by our standards, all dressed in ragged overalls and bare footed, in the heart of that time you reference, Bert.
God willing, all now in a place prepared for them before the foundation. thank you for the lovely post and bless the memory of your steadfast and wonderful aunt.
Sorry to hear of your loss. It sounds like she was loved, protected and cared for by many people and she lived a long life. I’m sure there was a big reunion in heaven when she arrived.
Peach
Sorry for your loss of this awesome lady bert.
Wish I could have met her and heard her life stories!
Great story! You ought to write and publish an obituary for her!
Regards,
In the 1930s, my mother's parents took care of an invalid aunt, a drunk uncle, and cousins. They had 11 people in their 1600 sq foot house, living on her Dad's salary from the local saw mill. They grew most of their own food. Mom says she didn't know they were poor, and yet it was the happiest time of her life, having everyone together
On the contrary, today we live in a highly atomized, centralized government, demoralized, consumerist, and valueless society. The death toll from drug addiction, homelessness, suicide would be considered a holocaust 100 years ago. Governments in Canada and Western Europe offer free euthanasia clinics for those who want to check out.
In spite of our material prosperity, I think we suffer from a worse kind of poverty. I can't imagine what future generations will say.
Yours is an inspiring story, thank you for sharing it.
When I reflect back on how much society has changed with the passage of time, I am filled with awe and wonder, and a sense of foreboding.