March 11 and 12, 1957

From my great-grandmother’s journal (everytime I write this, I suddenly have this feeling that I mis-wrote and previously referred to these as my *grandmother’s* journal.  But I don’t go back and check, because I’d rather not use my limited Wi-Fi for that).

Monday, March 11:

Paid gas and lights- 20.58 (that’s three bills, I think the gas was for her house in town and the cottage)

Paid conference dues- 3.00

Mrs Fish invited me over for lunch.


March 12

Betty Green washed my kitchen ceiling. Kitchen looks a whiz.

Went to OES with Mrs. Fish, a lonely meeting, so few I knew.

Every time I read her journals I am struck by how many people around her included my widowed great-grandmother in their lives- a small circle, but a dedicated group who invited to lunches and dinners and offered rides to functions, and television watching in the evening, and came by to clean things or visit or share produce from their gardens.   I lament the changing times, but I seldom respond by going to visit somebody or having somebody over for dinner or visiting my neighbors.  Oh, horrors, the introvert in me shrinks.

We do have people over, understand. It’s just that I don’t feel like it’s on the same level as these friends and neighbors of my great-grandmother.  However, this week we did buy lawn chairs so we can open our gates of an evening and sit outside them as many of our neighbors do and smile and wave as they go by and offer treats to the children (not a creepy thing to do here).   So there’s that.  No porches- people just stand on the road and visit.=)

I remember visiting this great-grandmother in her nursing home when I was a small child. She was bedridden and in her nineties. I wonder what she would have thought about her great-grand-daughter moving to the Philippines when she was already a grandmother herself, or about me sharing her journals with the whole internet, or at least that small part of it that knows about my small corner and listens in.

I wonder what my grandchildren will be doing in fifty years, and if they will wonder what I would have thought if I knew.  Here’s what I would have thought- I pray that all of you are wise and good and kind and love the Lord and His image-bearers and that wherever you are and whatever you are doing reflects that.



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