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Angela Fedele
Lucy Margaret Sims
October 23rd - February 9th, 2021
October 23rd - February 9th, 2021
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Chamonix
Life’s clock The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power To tell just where the hands will stop At late or early hour. To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed: To lose one’s health is more: To lose one’s soul is such a loss As no man can restore. The present only is our own, Live,love,toil with a will- Place no faith in “ tomorrow”-for The clock may then be still. This was written on a cup my mom had made for my grandparents. How true this poem is. I’ve taken so long to write this because I just have too many things to say, my grandma, she was amazing. From bandaids to vitamin c to our play clothes drawer to cookies and mashed potatoes to waking up scared of the thunder and crawling in bed with grandma and grandpa to hearing grandma snoring and laughing because “ grandma doesn’t snore that was grandpa” to “I’ll fly away” to the accordion and recording hymns with us to “be careful little eyes what you see..” and “this little light of mine...”to the good China and table cloths and Cheetos with ham sandwiches to hugs and “ grandma loves you” to unconditional love and Sunday dinners to peach cobbler and sewing to canning and gardening to curlers on Saturday....what can you say when someone has had an impact on your very being? Too many words to make sentences! I loved my grandma so very much, she helped raise me like she did countless others, and yes, I knew about the “mouse”, I also knew the corner by the big dong tube things that were a doorbell. I knew her unconditional love even when I knew my actions in life hurt her very soul I still heard those words “grandma loves you Cham...” there’s too many good memories to sum them up but if I had to I’d have to say “love”. Grandma was love.
Linda Gross
Aunt Lu. What a blessing she was to so many. Young and old. I have been blessed to have been one of them. I am so glad my kids got to know Aunt Lu and uncle Dave. I remember the time Charles and I and Michael moved to Greenfield Mike was around 3 years old, and thought he could do anything, still does. We lived a couple blocks from Aunt Lu 'a. And Mike decided to go see her without telling me. So I went to Aunt Lu 'a to get him and she give me Mr. Mouse and said paddle him all the way home. That was the last trip he took alone to Aunt Lu "a. How many remember Mr. And Mrs. Mouse? The paddles that hung on her kitchen wall?
Sandra Sims Fedele
If you find yourself being called stubborn. It is something you inheirted from Grandma.My mom use to suck her two middle fingers. Her mother, Zener, tried everything to get her to stop. They finally took strips of cloth soaked in turpentine and wrapped those two fingers. My mom being stubborn would go behind the barn unwrap her fingers and stick them in her mouth. When she was done sucking on them she would re- wrap them. Her Grandma May caught her doing this and struck a bargain with her. If she would stop sucking her finger Grandma May would buy her two new dresses. This was a great reward. It was the depression and my mom was the third eldest child. She only had hand- me- downs. My mom stopped sucking her fingers and received her first bought dresses. So if your stubborn blame Grandma Lucy.
Kathy Burpo Woodworth
We knew her as Aunt Lu. She treated us all as if we were her kids. She was our Junior Church leader. Can still remember the songs she taught us at church. We used to "play church" at home and everyone wanted to be "Sister Lucy". She was a loving woman, she took care of my youngest while I worked. He loved it there. We will meet again some day.
Shekinah Nia Sims
Nine-patch wonders, around-the-world, Pictures bold and bright Soft and warm, full of love, Keeps you safe all night. Scattered angels, fragile mice, Ancestors, children, and kin Shining spoons, sparkling clean, Welcoming joy within. Banana bread and collard greens, Peach cobbler galore Sweetened iced tea to wash it down (But always wanting more!) Calico cats, well-kept plants, Cornware and yarn knots Canned green beans and fruit preserves Love + miss you lots No longer here, yet still present Love is forever, don’t fret; The mind may wander, this is true The heart will never forget.
Imani Sims
One of my favorite memories of my grandma was her garden. I didn't get to know her very well when she still kept one, but I was always told how much she loved to garden. After her Alzheimer's set in, she wasn't able to garden anymore. But, any time you took her outside in the backyard, she'd survey the yard and say: "Yep. Time to get David out here so I can start up my garden." and she'd tell you just what she was going to plant and where, even though she rarely got to. Grandma always had trees in her yard that bore fruit. and, if she could, she'd go out there every day and survey her trees. I remember her picking off the dead leaves and picking the fruit that was ready. She may not have remembered who I was, but she always remembered what was important to her. Her family. Her garden. And most importantly - church. There were days when we'd be sitting there watching tv and she'd get up and say: "Alright, time for church." she'd get all dressed and ready to go, even though it was Monday night. Whenever it was too quiet, I'd catch her humming to herself and anytime I asked her what it was she was humming, she had a hymn on her lips and praises to God. I have no doubt in my heart that she's up there singing to Him now. Love you Grandma. Well all miss you. <3
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