It has been a most joyous weekend! We just got through talking with Jordan. He sounds so happy. His energy and spirit sailed across the miles and filled us with love, as we heard his voice. It is no wonder that of all the billions of children in India God chose him to be placed in a situation where he could learn the gospel. He is a sweet and faithful servant. The real spiritual Jordan has emerged from the cacoon of childhood opposition. What a great Mother's Day gift. I know what it means to achingly miss someone, but am so glad he is there.Saturday Dad, David, LaRue and I went up to Preston to bury Aunt Nellie Brough Harris. It was a glorious day and we enjoyed the rural calendar like scenery of Cache Valley in the spring. It was a glorious occasion. Dear Aunt Nellie was imprisioned in her body and could not speak or commuicate in anyway for eight long years. She sat in a wheel chair and was dependant on the staff of the rest home for her every need. We petitioned God through prayer and priesthood blessings that she could be released and he has finally heard.
It was most enjoyable to listen to her children and grandchildren speak about the farm in Randlett. It catapulted me back to childhood. What an adventure it was to go to the farm. Nellie was the ultimate home maker. She did everything -raised four children, sewed like a professional, raised a garden, canned everything from the garden, raised chickens and sold the eggs, made the best meals for everyone who showed up at dinner time, worked in the chuch and a myriad of other tasks. She blessed the lives of of everyone who knew her.
Loye her oldest daughter said," I didn't know for the longest time that you could buy clothes at a store.
She used to maked huge breakfasts with hot cereal, pancakes, eggs, sausage. Sitting down to one of these amazing spreads Uncle Abert would say, "Hell Nell, is this all you've got?"
The older picture is how she looked. The younger pictures is how she looks now.
God runs quite a beauty shop. It is called the resurrection.
After the funeral we headed home to celebrate Nikki's birthday with the first hamburger cook out of the summer. It was good to have the house filled up with the people I love most.
A darling apron for Mother's Day. Thanks Heidi!
(If anyone has any tips on how to keep it thriving please comment.)
Lovely antique sugar bowl and matching pitcher. Thanks Nikki. This card is hilarious because, Jeff used to have some rabbits he fed. We decided to kill and eat them. At the dinner table Jeff said, "I wonder if this is Cottontail or Bosco." Thanks for the laugh Nikki.
5 comments:
Happy Mother's Day, Janet. It sounds like you had a great one. I did too with family here for dinner after church and phone calls from children not in the area. I hope to see you when we come to Utah this summer. Every time I read you blog, I want to play catch up on your family. It sounds like you have a wonderful one. We are blessed, aren't we?
So happy to hear about Jordan. I think of him all the time. We have a couple that is moving in to our ward that recently finished a mission in India. It made me think of him again.
I talked to Dave, LaRue, and Dad on Saturday as they were driving back from Aunt Nellie's services. I wish I had know about it - I would have come. I have been so homesick for my girls and for all of you. I have SO MANY memories of the farm in Randalett. We'll have to talk about it when I come visit in June. I am so looking forward to seeing you. I love you and miss you! We just need to have a night of pot stickers, grape juice, and the Scarlet Pimpernel!
I wish i could have been there to share the weekend with you guys! It sounds like it was fun. Glad to hear that Jordan is doing so good. All your mothers day gifts are darling!
Loved everything in the post, Auntie! You did get some cute gifts. I miss your dinners!
xo-Jeri
Thank heavens for such great medical care. We can patch up our infirmities and move on. Give Niki my best and I hope everything goes well for her. Tell her not to rush into the routine too soon let things heal well. Love to all La
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