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A Life Worth Remembering

October 13, 2014

This blog was written 3 years and one month ago. I wrote it after a lovely day with a dear woman of 99. This past Friday my sweet friend Elsie Griffey went to be with Jesus at the remarkable age of 102. Today I want to share it with you once again, to honor Elsie and to remind each of us to slow down and live a life worthy of remembering.

 

The other day I took a trip down memory lane, not my own but someone else’s.  My girls and I were invited to spend a lovely day with two wonderful ladies.  We were invited to take a drive to the childhood home of one of the women, she is 99.

As we began our drive, we drove through our town.  Nothing seemed all that familiar to her or very interesting.  But once we turned down an old country road to take the “back way” there, she became more and more familiar with places along the way.

Our pace was slow.  The car never traveled faster than the eyes of this dear woman.  The trip was for her.  It was not a trip to a destination, the trip was the destination.  Every flower garden received our attention.  Views I never knew existed opened up before us.  Some things are never seen at 55mph.  When the pace is slow it is amazing what you can see.

When we came upon past homes, we’d stop and linger a moment.  Stories were told and poems recited.  This precious lady still to this day recites a poem she learned when she was a girl in school.  I always have known that children are very skilled at memorization and that we should spend the time helping them memorize God’s Word.  When we grow old, the things that we remember best are the memories of our youth.  Some elderly people may ask you the same question numerous times but they can expertly recite memorization from their youth.

When we arrived at her childhood home, she lit up with memories.  She knew who each home had belonged to many years ago.  She pointed to an adorable home in a meadow and said that was her grandfather’s home.  “I used to sit on the porch and wave to the man on the train caboose as they went by,” she told us.  I think the track is no longer used and I could not see it, but from the past I could hear the clickity clack on the track and I could see a small girl on a porch swing almost a century ago.

She talked about children she had gone to school with.  She knew their names.  She remembered fun times at a roller skating rink.  We drove by an old mill, now a historical site, where her farmer father used to take their grain to be ground.  She remembered the loss of her father as a young girl and the struggles of her mother raising 5 children under the age of 7 alone.  I really tried to imagine what life was like back in 1912.

One thing was very clear.  The memories of childhood were the memories that were clear and firm in her mind.  I thought about my own childhood.  I too have fond and special memories.  My memories are of endless hours of childhood fun.  Our children will one day be remembering their childhood.  Let us help them have something fond to remember.

Our lives today are lived at high speed.  A car full of ladies driving slowly down the road is an obstacle in our way.  I confess, often I have passed a slow moving car and as I passed noticed an elderly person driving and felt a little irritated.  Today I repent.  I hopefully will never again view an elderly driver this way again.

I do not want to speed through life.  I want to see each flower garden.  I want to create special memories for my children.  I want to see the views.  Dear Mama, get rid of the remote control and get your finger off the fast forward button.  Enjoy life.  Live life.  Create life.  Then also remember to share life with those around you.  Give your time to someone else’s memories.  Put on the brakes not just for yourself but also for someone else.

Our date back in history was a slow pace for my girls.  One said, “I don’t like to drive around in the car all day, but it was surprisingly fun.”  We need to teach our children to slow down.  They need to experience some life in the slow lane for themselves and others.

Today, why don’t you take a little stroll down your own memory lane?  Don’t rush.  Take your time and look at each garden along the way, I’m sure there are many.

Today I want to dedicate my blog to Elsie Griffey a precious woman of God and share her poem with you. (Take the time to record the jewels from the past.)

Yes, I got a baby brother

Never asked to have him nuther,

But he’s here.

They just went away and bought him

And last week the doctor brought him,

Weren’t that queer?

When I heard the news from Molly,

I thought it would be jolly,

Cuz you see,

I thought that I could go and get him,

And of course they’d let him play with me.

When I first looked at him,

I said “Great snakes!”

Is that him?

And they said yes, ain’t he cunnin?

I thought they must be funnin,

He’s a sight!

It’s just amazing,

He’s so red he’s just ablazing.

His nose is like a berry,

He’s as bald as Uncle Jerry

On his head.

All he does is cry and kick

He won’t stop.

You can’t arrange him.

Why don’t Pa change him at the shop?

And now we have to dress and feed him,

when we really didn’t need him,

More than a frog.

Why’d they buy a baby brother,

when I’d rather have a dog.

 

http://www.kokomotribune.com/obituaries/article_955a3f67-4145-5d3d-b0d4-bbe2995683f3.html

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Carol Kortebein permalink
    October 17, 2014 12:46 pm

    Hi Debbie,
    I enjoyed your blog. That poem was great! Hope you all are doing well. Bill and I are heading to the Tennessee mountains tomorrow for a week. Looking forward to it.
    Love, Carol

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