Remember and Celebrate

October 26, 2017

Family Matters (“Matters” is a verb.”) Part 1

This week I am doing something a bit different here on the blog – the first of a three-part series of what I shared with my grown sons and their families about how I was re-reminded a few years ago that Family Matters.

I am grateful for my sons and their families who love each other and us. It’s not that we all agree on everything, or we are our own little echo chamber. Not at all. We love and respect each other.

Please note:  “Grandpa” in this story is my dad, their grandfather.

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Family Matters

My Aunt Lois is our favorite and calls all of us cousins her “favorites.” She is Grandpa’s only surviving sibling, four years younger.  The two of them were inseparable coming ten years after the four older siblings. He dearly loved his nieces and nephews who dearly loved him in return. At the time of his death, there were also a few in-laws still living.

In 1952 he became the first missionary supported by his home church, Congregational Bible Church (Marietta, PA). From then on he rarely saw his Pennsylvania family and relatives more than once a year.

So it helps explain why your Great Aunt Lois, emailed me: “Dear Carol, “Would you consider having a Memorial service back here in Pennsylvania? So many people know your Dad. Even if they are not personally acquainted with him, they have heard of him from a parent or relative, I feel sure. Also, it would be a good time for our family and your mom’s family. Just an idea, my dear.   Aunt Lois”

How could I not consider her request? It wasn’t going to work for her to come to the memorial service here in Illinois.  Other relatives tried to make it work, but none of them were able to come either for Grandpa’s memorial service.

But, the more we thought about it, the more we knew this was a good idea. We needed to do this for them.

So there we were late June 2014, a month after Grandpa died, driving across Interstate 80 through the Allegheny Mountains the day before to a memorial service in PA. I sent this text to a few friends: “I am aware I am not emotionally connecting with this (memorial) event and I want to be in a place to genuinely receive love from my family members who will be there. Please pray for me.”

They did.

And I did.

Little did I  know how much I needed to do it for me.

We moved south to Dixie, Alabama from Pennsylvania,  in March of 1952, leaving our families behind when I was four years old. Here we are, probably all dressed up for church on a Sunday morning, a couple miles down the road, in front of our  four room house along the edge of the forest with spacious front and back porches.  (I wonder if the porches were as spacious I remember them.  The house has since fallen over and has been over-taken by the woods, I have been told.) Oh, and no indoor plumbing.  Queenie, our dog, was part of the family too. I can’t remember where we got her, but she moved to Illinois with us, 6 years later.

Yes, there is such a place as Dixie, Alabama. You may not find it on the map, but it’s there, 20.9 miles west of the square in Andalusia on Route 29/15, just 25 miles north of the Florida state line. The little church where he preached was open and having services when we visited this past April.

Your Grandpa and Grandma made sure we made that long trip from South Alabama to PA – often “driving straight through” to save money. Later they drove “back home” to Pennsylvania from Illinois and even from Montana, to see family at once a year.

And because of their commitment, I learned: Family matters. . . continued HERE

 

 

 

10 Comments

10 responses to “Family Matters (“Matters” is a verb.”) Part 1”

  1. Jody Collins says:

    Carol, this is such a wise gift to give your kids and grandkids…a history and a legacy.
    I agree with Laurie–I want to know what comes next!

  2. Laurie Klein says:

    So you’re a Dixie Chick, Carol! 😉 I too remember porches seeming vast when I was a kid. How courageous and loving you were to travel all that way at your Great Aunt’s request. I’m eager to hear more of the story . . .

  3. Christine Dugan says:

    I loved reading this Carol. I love stories about your precious family!!

    • carol says:

      well,stick around…there’s more. It’s nice to hear from you here! That’s the thing about about a blog…you never know who might be joining you in your story – and it’s fun to know.

  4. Donna Baker says:

    Oh I just love this! It’s wonderful to see the story illustrated with so much detail from your trip last year and to remember the flood of warmth from all your cousins. ahhhh

    • carol says:

      yes, it was so amazing. You were such a help and God-send that day. so grateful you came. and got a lot of these pictures!

  5. Linda Stoll says:

    I love that you were able to articulate what you needed to your friends and that they were able to pray you through.

    Family matters.

    Amen.

    With each passing year, I’m realizing the beauty and commitment of this truth.

    Blessings to you, Carol …

    • carol says:

      I was to find out just how much it mattered on those trip to my dad’s memorial service.
      Yes, what would we do without friends who are with us when we need it. There was a time when I would not have been able to verbalize what was going on – and might have missed the whole lesson I was going to learn.

  6. Barbara Burnes says:

    love you so much, Carol and love reading your blog posts. Kiss kiss, dear one.

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