Grace Evelyn Davison Smith
 



 
 


 

Grace Evelyn Davison Smith
Roseburg, OR years, this is what attracted Grandpa.



My grandma, my mother's' mother.
She taught in one room schools were you border with a different family each month.




 

Dear friends and family,

My Mother even ironed Ribbons, I grew up in the 20 & 30ies with practical parents, My Mother, God Bless Her would iron Christmas wrapping paper and reused it and washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it.

She was the original recycle Queen, before they had a name for it. It was the time for fixing things, a curtain rod, a radio, screen door, oven door, or hemming a dress. 

Things we kept were put some where.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy, you know, all was reaffixing, reheating, renewing, repatching.

I just wanted for once to be wasteful. Waste meant Affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd alwaysl be more.

But one day Mother died, And as I stood there with my neice Susie, watching her life slip away, so many things went with her. Some time later I was going through some of her things and came upon a box full of little cut outs she had saved through all those years. I was struck with the pain a feeling of all alone, learning that sometimes there isn't any "mores".

Sometime, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away, "Never to return".

So, while we have it, it's best we love it, and care for it. And fix it when it's broken, and heal it if it's sick.

This is true, "for marriages", for "old cars", for children with "bad report cards", And with dogs with "bad hips".

Even "ageing parents", and "grandparents". We keep them because "they are worth it", because "we are worth". 

Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away, or an "OLD CLASSMATE" we grew up with or made through the years. There are just some things that make life important. Like people we know "who are special", so we keep
them close. It's always a thrill to find "OLD" friends we've lost through the years. Time comes when your the only one left, and that's both scary and sad.

I have been a "KEEPER" too, and hope that this will Bless someone an help you, think back, aways of times and friends in your life that need to be renewed. 

With Love, 
Ardis, father and friend to you.
November 2008
 



 

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