LIFE’S PRECIOUS GIFTS
We feel its warmth, its softening
influence....however forgetful we have been, however much we have taken for
granted life’s precious gifts, we are conscious of wistful memories that surge
out of the past, the sweet tender
poignant fragrances of love. Nothing that has been said, nothing that could be
said, would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to make
articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers. Peter Marshall
Springtime
My mother, Margaret, on the left and grandmother Joanna on the right
So many years have passed since we laid Mom to rest beneath the moss and ferns. I realize now that I will never stop missing her, never stop wishing for one more talk, one more hello and one more glimpse of her her dear face. Someday...we will meet again.
So many years have passed since we laid Mom to rest beneath the moss and ferns. I realize now that I will never stop missing her, never stop wishing for one more talk, one more hello and one more glimpse of her her dear face. Someday...we will meet again.
Elizabeth & Arthur on right, Samuel on left
What is a lady?
A great
lady is always a lady—no matter where
she is or what she is doing. She dresses like a lady; modestly, but with
elegance and taste. She behaves like a lady in every circumstance; dignified
but never starchy or prudish. She shows compassion, but never compromises her
standards.
A lady is
gentle, yet firm, respectful of all, but martyr for none. She is a loving wife,
a devoted mother, a loyal friend, and a credit to all who may know her. She is
the standard bearer for every woman in every age and of every culture. She is
both the embodiment and the true personification of God's plan for
womanhood.
-Ruth Carmichael Ellinger
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