For too long this has been on my mind and heart to share with you. I think it is because I have a real life story to tell of the wonderful grace of Jesus, just like each of you.
On August 8, 1988, I stood in a cemetery in Greenville, Texas, as my husband of twenty-seven years, Theodore Lawrence Frazier, was laid to rest. As I looked around at the crowd that came from the church service to support our family, I felt amazed and overwhelmed. My siblings-Dwight, Jerri, Edna, John, Mae, Ken, Sarah, and Gene-were there all the way from the Chicago area. People from the GISD administration office, campuses, board members, and tax office officials that I worked with in conjunction with my job, church friends, and neighbors were surrounding us as we said our last goodbyes. Then two strong arms embraced me and said, Come Mother, we need to get you home. And home we went to a house full of people and food…and all I wanted to do was be alone and cry and cry and cry… but my story unfolds a ways back
Growing up on a farm in Illinois with five sisters and two brothers was (in my opinion) the GREATEST! One of our brothers, Francis, died at the age of four; that was before I was delivered on the scene to bring some humor in our life I guess.
Mother was adopted and raised as an only child and bore nine children to raise!! She was a Proverbs 31:10-31 wife, mother and beautiful lady. She caused each of us to be scrubbed and starched, and our hair rolled in banana curls on Saturday night. The rags she rolled our hair around were so tight that they stuck straight out and allowed for little b5. 8sleep…but hey, we were a pretty sight at the United Methodist Church on Sunday. Mother, Ruth Hazel Johnson, was born oa0!an February 12, 1901. Within two weeks of her birth, both of her parents died with tuberculosis. She had twin brothers who preceded her parents in death. That left a tiny frail baby who was put in a Chicago orphanage and not expected to live. The three sisters were cared for by relatives in Indiana. There was a fire in the orphanage which sent out a plea for people to adopt the surviving children. An interesting document follows.
Frank and Hazel circa 1944
Farmhouse and barn, Joliet, Illinois
Frank and Hazel’s wedding circa 1925
back row: Eldon, Daddy, Momma, Dwight, Sarah
middle row: Ruth, Mae, Edna
front: Millie
Tea Party: Millie, Dwight, Ida
Sarah, Eldon, Mae, Ruth
Ida, Dwight, and Millie (14yo) ready for school
Eldon took me to my first movie, a western in which a horse broke a leg and was being shot. I was 9 or 10 years old. I began to sob…no more movies with my big, handsome brother. Eldon became an alcoholic, but he was always ready to help the guy stalled along the highway and that sort of thing…he gave a portion of his check for bills each month and food. He was faithful to his job. But evening and weekends were for drinking. Praise God through Mother’s prayers when we younger sisters had all given up…Eldon accepted our Lord Jesus Christ as his Personal Savior. Mother, Daddy and Eldon, I know you are having a great time up in your mansions with little Francis, Edna, Ruth, Dwight, Sarah, and Mae. Ida and I will stay close, and when He calls we have our bags (hearts) packed and ready to see Jesus and sit with you in great praise and rejoicing for your sacrifice on the cross to pay a debt I owed and could not pay.
Sarah was the second born, a very serious and hard worker…cared so much about others. I loved to talk to her and make her giggle even though when she developed dementia sometimes she thought I was some other sister. Sarah worked in the office at Pilcher Paper Company. She got me a job there when I was in Office Co-op at Joliet Township High School. I didn’t know how to run an adding machine. So I was totaling orders and invoices, and I just hit the sub-total and went to the next client. Wow! They sure were raking in the money as each invoice had a bigger and bigger total. I was sure to be out the door. But my dear sister took all the blame for my lame brain. You, Sarah, are forever special to me.
Next was Little Francis as we all call him. He passed from Mother’s arms into Jesus arms at the age of four. I think it was flu of some sort. I never knew him. Francis was born between Sarah and Ruth. Little Francis, I will see you when I get to heaven with you and all the family.
Now comes my dear Ruth…she was the one that preau kch, 】,ed Jesus and was big boss. So, on Saturday when Mother and Daddy went to town, she made us clean that big house and actually hit me with the mop when I tramped across her sparkling clean kitchen floor. Nonetheless, she let me stay overnight in her apartment when she started working in town. I thought that was neat and romantic. As our lives went different ways, Ruth & Don moved to Florida. My sweet sister died from congestive heart failure October 2009. We were at the stage where we talked every day or two
Sweet Mabel enters the scene. And here comes the tomboy, the curious, busy one, keeping Mother and Daddy calm when she was in bed and soundly asleep…well, maybe not that bad. But she just had fun climbing the on the two-story roof, standing on the edge and saying, “Hey, look at me Mama!” at a very young age. While climbing in the hayloft with Ruth, one of them fell through the feeding hole on a newborn calf and broke its back. Then there was the challenge of climbing the windmill and yelling down to Daddy. He patiently and safely coaxed her to come down…probably didn’t whip her but tore down the windmill. Now that’s Fatherly love! Walt and I used to talk to her in the evening by phone in her later years, reading together the Living Word and praying. Our sweet Mae went to join the rest of the family in glory in December 2012. She and Edna were the main caretakers of my precious parents in Illinois–precious as they both taught about Jesus, and we trusted because of their overwhelming love, discipline and teaching.
After Mae was born, God sent Edna into the family to give Mother and Daddy some tranquility in their lives. Edna was sweet caring, beautiful, bashful, hiding behind Mother’s skirt often. As she grew she always was obedient, she always helped Mother. She was later to become my buddy and pal from about 12 years on. One time she was sitting under the big oak tree helping mother shell peas. I wanted her to come play with me…she just kept working. So I got a slice of an old inner tube which sometimes made good garters to hold up our long-stockings in the winter. Anyway, I managed to hit her with a small stone. Edna, I’m so sorry…I’ll make it up to you…I’ll clean your mansion for you. Oh, and Edna, thank you for introducing me to english muffins (I still love them) and wearing your nicest clothes to high school. Sweet and wonderful Edna went to be with the Lord in December 2007. Mabel’s wonder husband, Ken, went to be with the Lord the very next day. What a joy he was in our lives. But, oh yes, I did pay some for that hit with the small rock as our little Mother chased me around outside the house saying, “I’ll catch you if it kills me!” Wow, the little five foot woman was fast…and she did…
Well, another three years later, guess who came to greet the family. She was much like Mabel and given a nickname early in life of Spit Fire. Uncle Will just loved to tease me and gave me (Mildred Doris Hibner) this name of Spit Fire. So I just
My father was born July 17, 1894, on an Illinois farm to a family of eleven children. Daddy had an aunt and uncle who had not been able to conceive, and miraculously their hearts went out to this frail baby, and they adopted Ruth Hazel Johnson, my mother, now Ruth Hazel Johnson Christensen. Her birth parents were immigrants from Sweden. Momma and Daddy grew up as good friends, and eventually married.
I sang in the youth choir, and I remember marching down the aisle to the choir loft singing “Holy, Holy, Holy.” You could hear a pin drop in the sanctuary…well, I don’t think they could hear Sally and me playing “Cat & Rat” in the second row of the choir loft between hymns. That’s just fine now because He has even forgiven that.
We worked on the farm peacefully because Mother and Daddy had a rather strong loving way of seeing that happen. My first knowledge of my surroundings was the linoleum on the kitchen floor which was rolled back each Monday so Mother and the older girls could draw up water from the cistern. The water was boiled in a huge oval shaped copper tub on the kerosene stove and the scrub board came out and the homemade lye soap. Later we got a washing machine with the motor mounted on a board on the bottom. Mother got her hair caught in the wringer once…very scary. Those new fan-dangled machines were dangerous.
The clothes hung on the line behind the back porch. In the winter, I mean freezing cold, we put cornstarch on our hands and hung the clothes, and they froze dry!
We lived in a huge farm house, white with lots of windows and surrounded by beautiful trees and lots of seven-sister rosebushes. There was a large kitchen, a huge living room, and one bedroom on the first level. There were four bedrooms upstairs, one of which held two regular sized beds that held 5 girls. Of course, I was the one who got put in the middle. Now you do understand we slept on a fluffy straw mattress. It was filled with the best of the straw. The only problem was that the two on the outside always tended to roll toward the middle. It made for a little sore body in the morning…but in the winter so very warm. You also need to know there was no (none whatsoever) heat up stairs. Each morning we grabbed our clothes and ran downstairs to dress in front of the big pot belly stove…it had isinglass, and you could see the flames. If you could get there first you could warm your feet on the beautifully carved foot rest. All the time we could smell the bacon and eggs being
Come to think of it, we only had kerosene lamps for light. I still have a couple on top of my kitchen cabinet. Hey, did you notice what was missing inside the house, it was not a kitchen, pantry, formal dining/living room, plenty of bedrooms, or lots of windows (this was the air conditioning)? There was a large front porch and closed in back porch where we put out new magic/motorized wash machine after we outgrew the tub and scrub board. The small open back porch had morning glories growing all over the rails. The back porch was mainly used for giving Toni permanents so we wouldn’t get that awful odor in the house! We had a wooden ice box on the front porch which we had to keep a block of ice in the top to keep things cool.
Now, I’m sure you have figured out what room was missing in the house!??? It was an indoor bathroom. Oh, we had a restroom outside okay. I’ll try to describe it to you. It had three holes or seats in it. One of the three was smaller and lower than the adult ones. We always went in pairs of two if it was night. It could be very scary because some old hens would nest in the corner, and they would stir around. It was quite a distance from the back porch door and was a very stable, small building. When my cousin from Nebraska came to live with us for a while, Ruth, Mae, Edna, and she decided we needed that indoor bathroom–one we could bathe in, brush our teeth, etc. Well, they did the digging for the septic tank, and soon the pantry became a bathroom. Now my Father refused to take the old outhouse down. He said it was not sanitary to use the restroom in the house. That little outhouse stood for well over my twenty-four years of life through tornadoes, lightning, snow, sleet, and rain. However, much to our delight, it took just a small tornado to come through and take the outhouse down. I wish I had a picture of this very necessary outhouse. I remember when it came down as Edna made a long distance call to me when I was in college.
Now let me give some personality traits of my wonderful siblings.
Eldon, the first born, loved history…he could quickly give me the answers I needed for my next exam so that I didn’t have to tax this small brain too much. Eldon served in the Korean War…but not for long as he went into shock during a training drill where the men had to crawl while gun fire was going over their heads. This put him in the hospital in Puget Sound, Washington, and a medical
I will be writing more as my mind allows. However, I’m so glad to know my wonderful nieces and nephews who remember more of the later life of this wonderful family, MY FAMILY.
And the story goes on and on and on…
Hello again! It’s just me. It is February 23, 2015. I live in Denton, Texas, and Charylcie and I just got back from a trip to Florida. We visited with Don, Ruth’s husband, and my brother-in-law. He gave me a copy of his memoirs and encouraged me to do the same, SO HERE I GO ON, ON, AND ON…
After five years there came a little brother in our home, named, Master Dwight Hibner. He was a gentle and yet a spirited little guy. Dwight loved working on the farm with Daddy. He also worked on barges and pipelines. That guy knew how to work and earn himself a big steak. Dwight developed a disease called Erdheim Chester. Doctors gave him a year to live, and he lived ten more years. He ran the race sat before him like a trooper. Dwight married Jerry Marr when Ted and I lived in Ft. Worth, TX. They spent part of their honeymoon with us.
Oh yes, this family would not be complete without little IDA. She was a darling little blonde and would remain the baby of the family. She was and is a precious jewel to me. I used to make tea parties for Dwight and Ida. I will attach one such picture. It is precious. Ted and I with our two boys-I should say rascals-Stephen and Timothy lived in Ft. Worth, Texas whe…n Ida called to say she had found the love of her life and would I be her matron of honor. WOW, my baby sister had grown up right before my eyes. It was a December wedding. I took baby Stephen and rode the train to Joliet. All night and all day we rolled along. Memo (Ted’s Mother) made my red velvet dress for the occasion. Mother and Edna met us at the train station. Mother was holding a big blanket to wrap Stephen in; It was a snowy morning. I’m sure Mother just knew I wouldn’t dress that sweet baby warm enough.
At this time, Ida and I are the only left of nine siblings but we are left with many precious good memories. Now as God has a plan (blue print) for each of our lives; I move forward from where the saga started. Well, after Ted went to be with our Lord and Savior, I was a widow for three and one-half years living in Greenville, Texas. I worked as the Executive Director of Finance at Greenville Independent School District.
Andone Sunday morning, I met Walter in the hall after Sunday school and told him I would be praying for him as he was interviewing for a job at San Antonio Christian School, and if accepted, he would be moving. Liz, his wife, went to be with the Lord about 18 months prior to this. Walt was the headmaster at Greenville Christian School where Charylcie attended, and so we had a parentstudent relationship. Later Walt called me for a date. WOW, Mr. Garland wanted to take me to dinner in Dallas that very night! When I got home, the tables had turned, and Cha-cha was waiting for me, How was your date with Mr. Garland? Reply: Well, honey, if I ever marry again, it has to be him. That was in July 1991, and we married in December 21, 1991. I moved to San Antonio, Texas, the day after the _0honeymoon was over and worked on Randolph Field Air Force Base in the public school there.
After retirement we moved to Denton, Texas, as Charylcie had a difficult time with her last of four children. We felt we should be close to her and Keith. Aidan was born with cerebral palsy and, amazingly, with all that mother-and-daddy love, he is a bright young man of 17 years as I write this. Time moved on and on really fast and now I am 77.
I have ten grandchildren. They are all grown with Aidan being the youngest. There are eight grandsons and two granddaughters. Stephen and Michelle have two sons, Zachary (married to Mia) & Isaac. They will both graduate from college next December. Timothy and Robin have Brandt and Kelly. Brandt married Diane on the beach at South Padre Island on May 30 this year. Kelly has my only (cutest and smartest) great grandson in the world, Jade. Michael and Shelby have two sons, Justin and Blaine. They are in college and working. Keith and Charylcie have four children- Kyle, Jett, Callie, and Aidan; they stay busy with school, work, teaching, etc.
It was a joy for Charylcie and me to fly to Florida the 11th of February. We rented a car and spent time with George and Judy (Walt’s brother) and also saw Marian and Bob, a high school friend and co-worker from Joliet, Illinois. Then we drove to Port St. Lucie where we visited with Don (Ruth’s husband) and Linda and Gale. What a joy this trip was for us.
Walter went to be with his Lord and Savior on July 21, 2013. He suffered quietly with multiple myeloma for seven years. I miss my gentle, caring lover very much. But here I do move on by the grace of the Lord. When we lived in San Anto
Walter enjoying the TV in the sitting area of our bedroom. [⁰We watched so many John Wayne movies as well as following all the sports, baseball, basketball, golf, football. He knew the names of coaches and players. One of the funny tales he liked to tell me occurred when he went golfing with some board members and our pastor, Ralph Anderson, in Greenville. The ball landed right against the trunk of a tree. Taking a stance to hit the ball, he didn’t realize he was standing in a ant hill. Well, now the ants started crawling up his pant leg. Only one thing to do to remedy this situation–you guessed it, he came right out of his pants! Yep! Right in front of the preacher, God and everyone!
Walter enjoyed teaching Bible to his students and Charylcie was privileged to be one of his students.
When Dr. Spivy told us that Walt was not responding to the chemo anymore, I just felt numb. Walter took my hand and said,”This is how we will do this: we will hold hands until I go home,” and that’s what we did. Hospice came to our home and provided a hospital bed. We placed it at the end of our king size bed so he could see the flowers on the patio and the trees on the greenbelt. At night I laid across the foot of our bed so I could hold his hand. Kati laid next to me and Charylcie next to Kati. I don’t know why I want to tell you this; thanks for bearing with me. The Harris Hospice people were great; they provided anything we needed. They prayed with us and for us. About 2 A.M. I got up to go to the restroom. I saw Walts feet uncovered and felt them. ⁰+[They were cold, and I wrapped the blanket around them. It didn’t register with me that God was calling him home. I told the night nurse that Walter was cold. (I think the nurse had nodded off.) Anyway my Sweetheart was pronounced deceased at 2:23 A.M. I know he was standing in the presence of His Lord at this time. He was never more alive. Mike and Tim took time off work as well as Charylcie to stay here at the house with us. Jett would not leave his grandfather; what a blessing all of them were. Jett has kept me on track with the flower garden, etc. as Grandpa had made Jett his garden helper.
I still miss him, but there is no more pain and tears for him. He has met Mother and Daddy, and Liz, his first wife, was there to greet him. God is good, God is always good!
I try to stay busy and volunteer on Thursday afternoons in the church administration office. I live only 10-15 minutes from Charylcie. Tim is about 45 minutes away in Grapevine. Stephen is close to Greenville, an hour and half from me. Michael is in Tyler, Texas, which is two and one-half hours from Denton.
Walt and Liz did not have any children, and Walter quickly embraced his step children. He was an amazing man, full of grace and patience. I will close my comments for now. I could tell you lots of stories about my three sons and daughter. But, you know how that goes. One minute you are loving them to death, and the next minute there is chastisement. The kids like to share stories at the Thanksgiving and Christmas, tales I never knew before! So much for a mother’s watchful eyes!! I’m glad God never sleeps nor slumbers.
Life has been great! Did it have its trials and bumps in the road? Oh, yes. But God is so good. God is always good, and so He leads his children along the path He has prepared for us. Well, I must travel on. There is no telling how many addendums may be added to this as I move on.
Now I want to tell you about my first love and father of our four children. I met Ted when we both attended Central Bible College in Springfield, Missouri. After dating several campus boys, Ted begin to court me. My roommate thought he was neat because he wore an air force jacket=[)! He had a great sense of humor. He was in his senior year to become a minister, and I was in the first semester of my third year. After several dates and working with him at an outstation church on Sundays, Ted asked for my hand in marriage.
Now, my funds for college ran out with one semester left to complete. So not being totally sure if this was the one for me, I broke our verbal engagement and left for home. Back to the old farm house and the parents I adored. After a couple weeks I realized that I really missed this special man in my life. And, where did I go for advice? It was my precious Mother. Soon Ted and I were reengaged, and he was on his way to Elwood, Illinois.
Ted made a big hit with Mother and Daddy when he (a city slicker) jumped up in the wagon to toss hay bales in the loft for storage. He was never idle from helping Daddy. Our church in Joliet gave Ted an apartment behind the sanctuary to stay in until we married in September 1961. He accepted a pastorate at a struggling church in Wilmington, Illinois. Ted was a wonderful teacher of the Word.
You want to know about the honeymoon don’t you? We married in the First Assembly of God in Joliet, Illinois on September 2, 1961. The wedding was special as Daddy said you cannot just serve cake: you have to make lots of food-mainly kill a lot of chickens to make chicken salad. We went to a resort called Apple Valley and then to Tulsa, Oklahoma where Teds parents (Memo and Papaw) lived. Papaw had given us a ’59 Ford. But we had to pick up Teds ’31 Chevrolet in Springfield, Missouri. We had only a few dollars left for gas to get back to the farm in Elwood, Illinois. That little Chevy didn’t move very fast. So Ted decided his little bride needed some rest. So we pulled in a rest stop, and he got in the back seat, and I in the front. That was the last night of our sweet honeymoon. When we arrived at the farm, both cars were out of gas and we were very hungry. Daddy and Mother soon took care of those problems.
The church needed many repairs. We bought tile, and together we put in on the floors of sanctuary and two Sunday school rooms. We soon realized that the church people were sending their donations and tithes to radio ministries. Thus there was little or none to care for the Pastor or church facilities. Ted went to work for the Arsenal after we returned from our honeymoon; I worked at the Ruberoid Company.
Life was good in our little house we rented by the Kankakee River. Ted became very disillusioned with his job. I remember one of the things that bothered him was the casual use of the name of Jesus in vain. Well, God was about to change our course in life.
In November 1961, I became pregnant with our first son, Stephen. I had to quit my job when it became obvious that I was with child. Back then, pregnant women were not to be seen in the workplace. Stephen was born August 21, 1962. He was small but very healthy and did all the usual stuff, screaming, crying, spitting up, and waking us up at all hours of the night. I wanted to keep him away from germs, and so I boiled his bath water to be sure it was sterile! It was when Mother came to help me that I learned that was not necessary. I began to relax with this precious son in my arms and catering to his every want.
In late September, we left Illinois to make our home in Ft. Worth, Texas. We had a caravan of several vehicles. Ted led in the ’31 Chevy, Papaw drove the ’36 Ford. I don’t remember who pulled the trailer with all our belongings. Memo, Mother, and I rode in the new burgundy Ford. I remember being told to feed that baby every time he made a noise. Thus I was covered in spit-up all the way to Ft. Worth.
We lived with Memo and Papaw for several months, and then I told Papaw I wanted a place of my own. He said, “Sweetie, tomorrow we will find you that place.” I think I was jealous of all the attention Memo was giving to raising my son.
Daddy worked for a GMC dealership. I worked for a CPA downtown and then began working for Carswell AFB. Air Force Plant 4 is a government-owned contractor-operated defense manufacturing facility. I worked in the secretarial department doing secure communication about the F-111.
While living in Ft. Worth in River Oaks, I stood holding Stephen along the street where the motorcade was passing, taking President Kennedy and Jackie to the Carswell AFB for a short flight to Dallas. We waved, and I remember Jackie looking so eloquent in her pink hat and suit. Forty-five minutes later we learned that our president had been shot. The streets, stores, and all of town went quiet and still.
In 1963 I lost a child. I don’t if the baby was a girl or boy; I only know I was very depressed because of this great loss. Later I learned and truly believe my baby, your sister or brother is with Jesus. What a joy to meet all who have gone before us to be with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
On August 10, 1965, I gave birth to Timothy Scott in the Harris Methodist Hospital. He was a joy and a rascal just like his older brother. He got his first whippin’ at six months old by Stephen. The reason: he wet his pants. Life went on with two boys playing Indians and war in the back yard–stark naked, oh yes!
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Life was good, then we made another move. Ted was courted to run the GMC parts department in Terrell, Texas. We bought a new GMC pick-up to move our belongings and rented a house in Terrell. It was a big house and had a huge back yard. From there we moved to a farm with lots of land and a herd of cows. I still can see Stephen and Tim as I caught them crawling under the cattle gate, and the cows just staring at these funny little creatures.
Ok, so we moved again to another new rent house. It was the very nicest, brand new. Well, the brand new didn’t last long as Stephen took care of that idea. I came home from work one day to see black crayon on the sitting room wall. It said ‘Stephen Frazier’ in big sprawling letters up and down the wall. Some letters were small, some large, etc. When we asked Stephen why he did this, he said, “Tim did it.” Uh-huh, Tim was only crawling at this time.
Well, yes you 61guessed it, we moved again–this time to a very nice, old home with a big back yard. We loved our neighbors, the Upchurches and the Monks. This is where Michael and Charylcie were born. They are just fifteen months apart and had their daddy’s big brown eyes. When Michael would get an ear infection, he just wanted to nestle under my arm making it difficult to nurse Charylcie. Mrs. Monk would come over wearing her big black wool coat, and take Michael to the rocking chair and that earache would calm down in the warmth of the old wool coat. I remember so many people that came to my aide as I cared for our four darlings. They were sweet and challenging.
The doctor said we needed one room with padded walls for Tim. He climbed bookshelves, furniture, and anything he could get a foot on. So many memories and not time to share them all. I worked at the American National Bank in Terrell and also part-time for a CPA. Then it came time to move to Greenville, Texas. We purchased a Conoco gas station on Wesley Street. We went broke…$25,000 in debt. This was the time for me to return to work. I was hired at Colonial bank and then Greenville ISD. Here is the great part of this story. We developed many close friends at Aldersgate Church.
Now lest you think Michael and Charylcie were perfect angels, I must tell on them too. Around the time that Michael was in first grade, the neighbor kids were killing baby birds and destroying their nests. He couldn’t get them to stop so he took a knife with him to school. I’m not sure what he was going to do but he did share the heartache about the birds and his weapon in his pocket with his teacher–the teacher took the knife and called me.
When Charylcie was about 4, she emptied her dresser drawers on the floor. Then she took what was an often pose for her, and with hands on her hips, said, “Now who did this?” Guess she had heard me say that many times. Another time she decided to run away from home because she was mad at her brothers. While I was at work, her loving brothers helped her pack. She packed her dolls and other toys, and those sweet angelic brothers watched her walk slowly down Forrester Street. She turned back and went into the neighbor’s carport. When I asked her later, “Why did you come back?” she replied, “I was going to live with Memo and Papaw, but I needed to tell you and daddy goodbye first.”
This is Kati. Walter, Cha and I rescued her from an adoption center. I had seen her on the internet. Walter said, “Millie, so are you going to keep looking until I have to get you a dog?” He named her Kati. He delighted in taking her for an afternoon ride around the neighborhood with the windows down and chatting with neighbors on the way. We got her on Good Friday 2013. He went to be with Jesus in July 2013. This Kati and me as we drove home from the rescue center.
Walt loved to garden. He just loved God’s beauty in the flower garden. Jett and I try to follow in his footsteps. But, Grandpa knew how to make things special.
There are so many more stories I could tell you. Stories of the saving Grace of Jesus taught and accepted by my precious children. I shall stop here, and let you, my dears, make your life stories for your children. I am awed at each of you and the live you live. Our world now is in a MESS. But remember, one day “wrong will fail and right will prevail.”