Friday, July 12, 2013

A sweet slice of life...

Ladies fellowship over delectable treats gave an opportunity to really listen to precious Marge as she reflected over her ninety years.  It was a picnic at a farm in Ohio when a boy noticed a girl.  Somehow he found out where she lived and showed up at her doorstep.  They fell in love, but his mother refused to sign the paper to allow them to marry so young, so they waited till they were 20 and 21.  Sixty-eight years of marriage could have easily been longer if they had married when they wished.  The last few years, she stood by her man as he slowly drifted into dementia dismantling all the clocks he had built that filled their home.  She had to go buy a clock when there were none left to tell the time, the time that crept away.  Finally, he had to be put in a home, but she walked the nine blocks to visit him every day, like clockwork.   Even though he no longer remembered her, she remembered him as the good husband he was.  Now her two sons honor her: one by being there for her, the other by a weekly phone call and a hand written letter.  It's amazing what you will hear when you pause to listen and enjoy a sweet slice of life when it's offered.

"True love is like ghosts which everybody talks about but few have seen."
Francois Duc de La Rouchefoucauld, 1713-1680
"By wisdom is a house built,
And by understanding it is established;
And by knowledge the rooms are filled
With all precious and pleasant riches."



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