My Grandparents





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I thank Quin for this incredible song,
they were truly the wind beneath my wings.



There isn't a person in this world that was blessed
with the most incredible grandparents that I was.
Now I know that sounds a tad partial,
but I am allowed since I was the proud
and beloved granddaughter.




A very incrdible lady, who made this memorial for me




We can't know why some things happen
but we can know that love and beautiful
memories outlast the pain of grief

And we can know that there is a place
inside the heart where love lives always
and where nothing beautiful can ever
be forgotten...


If I have learned anything down the years,
it's that nothing beautiful in this world
is really lost,
those we cherish will always live on in memory.



My wonderful grandmother Mildred and my
grandfather Noah, my fathers parents. I did
not know him as well, since he passed away
when I was twelve years old, but I remember
his humor and his great love.

I used to sit by the hour and brush
Grandmas hair in the hammock, it was a
great joy for me. She would
tell me stories of my father,
probably not to his liking I am sure. *smile*

Mildred Thomas Rothwell was married very
young(16)to Noah Rothwell and the couple had
5 boys and 1 girl (whom did not survive).
She had a very hard life because much
of the time they had relatives living
with them. She was a stay at home
mom until the boys were grown. She had
a big garden and if you ate it at
Grandmas house, you can believe she canned it.
She was a widow at age 55 and went
to work as a nurses aid to support herself.
She worked, by choice, until her mid 80's,
when she was compelled to retire. She was
an avid and very hard worker in her church
and many, especially me, called upon her
great wisdom many, many times. She is
now 93 and living in Westfiel, N.Y.,
where three of her sons live and
visit daily. I get up to visit as
often as I can. I Love You, Grandma!!



My beloved Grandmother, Mildred,
passed away April 18th, 1999.
It is with a heavy heart that I add this,
but also with a thankfull heart that I was allowed to
have this miraculous woman in my life.




Noah Rothwell was a farmer. With the help
of the boys, he farmed many acres and
managed a herd of milk cows as well.
He was a talented wood worker and carpenter,
which he did when he could find the
time. He also worked at a furniture
factory. He had arthritis and when in his early
50's, he had a massive heart attack,
from which he did not survive. He was
the first of my beloved grandparents to ascend
to be with his lord and savior.
I know he has been smiling down and
watching over all of us these many years.
I miss you, Grandpa!


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Always take time to smell the rose.
Life is very short.
Do the things that make you happy
before it is too late.
For a short time the rose is beautiful.
How quickly the petals fall.
Life is like that.







My wonderful Grandmother and Grandfather Smith,
Lillian and Fernando, my mothers parents.
What a very special pair they were, as
long as you didn't take a car trip with them! *smile*


It is often said, by family members
who are no doubt jealous, that I have my
grandmothers heavy foot. She took a bunch
of the granchildren one day for a ride,
and I don't even remember why, but we were
on the tailgate of the old station wagon
and she apparently was going 80 miles per hour.
Well no one got hurt, and we had a great ride.

Nancy Lillian Edith Wright was born in 1905
and lived to be 92 years young.
She was a writer, and I so wish I had
inherited her wonderful talent. Her pen name was
Nancy Moore. She also did many painting,
most of them were of sceneries.
She was talented in many areas including, cooking,
sewing, and she ran a flower shop.
She attended Moody Bible Institute in Chicago
and while there ministered in the street meetings.
She was a musician, playing the violin, organ,
and other string insruments. She also often
sang solo's in various churchs. She had
six children, one which was adopted as a baby.
She was married to my grandfather for over
60 years when he passed away. She was
woman of the year twice, in Sherman, New York,
the last time was when she was a young 89, I believe.
She rode in the parade and was a
great source of pride for all of her
children and grandchildren. She was
a constant source of encouragement and strength for me,
as well as so many others.
I miss you more than you can imagine, Grandma!



Fernando Smith was born in 1906 and
lived into his late 80's. He attended
Taylor University in Indiana. He and Grandma
were married in 1925. He was a farmer
and a bible teacher. A quiet unassuming
man that had the strength of JOB. I have
never known anyone to work so hard and
steadfast for his beloved family. His last
few years he was not well and needed
constant care the last year of his life.
He hated that, but was gracious and always
always tender and loving with us all.
I miss you Grandpa!








Shake It Off And Step Up

A parable is told of a farmer who
owned an old mule. The mule fell into the
farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying'
-- or -- whatever mules do when they
fall into wells. After carefully assessing
the situation, the farmer sympathized with the
mule, but decided that neither the mule
nor the well was worth the trouble
of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors
together and told them what had happened...
and enlisted them to help haul dirt to
bury the old mule in the well
and put him out of his misery.

Initially, the old mule was hysterical!
But as the farmer and his neighbors
continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back...
a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on
him that every time a shovel load
of dirt landed on his back...
HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP!
This he did, blow after blow.

"Shake it off and step up...shake
it off and step up...shake it
off and step up!" he repeated to
encourage himself. No matter how painful the
blows, or distressing the situation seemed the
old mule fought "panic" and just kept
right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!

You're right! It wasn't long before the
old mule, battered and exhausted, STEPPED
TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL!
What seemed like it would bury him,
actually blessed him...all because of the
manner in which he handled his adversity.

THAT'S LIFE! If we face our problems and
respond to them positively, and refuse
to give in to panic, bitterness,
or self-pity...THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME
ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY HAVE WITHIN
THEM THE POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT AND BLESS US!

Remember that FORGIVENESS--FAITH--PRAYER--
PRAISE and HOPE...all are excellent ways to
"SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP" out
of the wells in which we find ourselves!








A few poems from Grandma Smiths Book!!


Sometimes

I long for a quiet place
Within a quiet wood
Where one can breath
Peace, as one should.

A small cabin there,
With a fence and a gate,
Through the dry brown leaves,
Where I can listen and wait,

On the woodland floor.
Together we'll go,Hand in hand,
To greet the flower faces
by our cabin door.




Touche'

He rode on a tall white horse,
Straight into my heart that day.
His jacket was torn, his cap askew,
And I fell in love, to my dismay.

I can still see his boyish smile,
And the blush on his suntanned face,
They are indelible in my heart,
A picture I've never been able to erase!



Believing

You have to believe in rainbows,
With pots of gold at the end.
You have to believe in flowers,
Growing just around the bend.
You have to believe in friendship,
Or you never will have a friend.

You have to believe in laughter,
When sorrow has come your way.
You have to believe in sunshine,
Though clouds may darken your day.
You have to believe in goodness,
When someone has gone astray.
You have to believe in praying,
Or you never will learn to pray.

It's believing that gives you courage,
To climb up on the ladder's rung.
It's believing that presses you on
When hope by a thread is hung.
It's believing that brings back youth,
When the heart is no longer young...

It's believing that gives you a vision,
For the thing that has never been done.
It's believing in the task at hand,
"Till the goal you are seeking is won.
It's believing that builds up trust,
In the heart where love has begun.
It's believing in believing, always!
That makes life worth living, my son.





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