Archive for May, 2009

Delivered On: May 3rd 2009

Delivered By: Lloyd D. Newell

Connecting With the Generations

Something deep within us wants to connect with those who went before us: our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and other family members. When we know who they are—their life stories, their triumphs and failures, their strengths and weaknesses—we gain a better sense of who we are. In a sense, their stories become our stories. We not only learn from them, we feel strengthened and inspired by their lives and experiences. We may even find ourselves thinking, “If they could do difficult things, so can I.”

But what if we never knew our ancestors? What if their stories were never recorded? How can we begin to reconnect with past generations? Start with those who are still living. Talk with them. Listen to their stories and write down their thoughts, feelings, and memories. What you learn might lead to information about more distant ancestors. If nothing else, you can record your own story.

One teenage girl wanted to know more about her grandmother, so over the course of several months she sat down with her, asked questions, and recorded her grandmother’s answers. Those answers taught her, made her laugh, and deepened her love for her grandma. She then sent out copies of their conversations to her extended family. They all felt they had received a great treasure, and each learned something new about Grandma.

We don’t have to be experienced genealogists to begin researching our family history. Malachi spoke anciently of children’s hearts turning to their fathers.1 That’s all we really need—a sincere desire to connect. With a little effort, we can come to know and love those whose lives flow directly into ours.

1 See Malachi 4:6.

Program #4155

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Tuesday 9:30 P.M.

My precious —

Do you know there’s someone who thinks about you every second; and I love you more than life or anything in it.  If only there was someway to show you—time to do a million things for you and look at you and worship you for hours on end.

I was so disappointed to miss your call.  I’ve counted so much on talking to you and hearing your voice.  It helps so much.  But I know it couldn’t be helped, and I could kick myself for not staying home tonight.  Forgive me, honey, and love me lots, because I love you so much.

About Friday— I’m not sure about a telephone in the building where our apartment is, so I’ll come back up here.  Friday evening about 7:00 or 7:30.  Probably it’ll be 6:00 or 6:30 because I’ll be so anxious for your call.  In case there’s a telephone up there I’ll wire you Thurs. or early Friday, but Mrs. Russel said I say as well come up here, so call here unless I let you know different.

I’m sorry I didn’t get the shirts altered, darling.  The few places I tried either didn’t work on shirts or couldn’t get them done in time.  I’ll inquire around though and get some place in mind so when you decide to have it done I’ll know where to take them.  I know they’re about 10 inches too large.   I hope they’re alright otherwise.  March Field didn’t have any in your size & I called Camp Haan & they had only one, so I didn’t  think it worth while to go after it.  And I hope they arrive to be some good before the weekend.

We’ll be lost in our apartment, dearest— there’s so much room.  I almost wish there wasn’t because I want you close when you’re home and it’s possible for you to get so far away in a big apartment like that.  I couldn’t tell much about it because the other girl was partly packed— they had the curtains down & it was quite a mess.  But the furniture is nice, nicely carpeted; we have a nice service porch on the back with a laundry tub, all screened in and we don’t have to share anything.  Even the stairs are all our own.  The kitchen is nice— has a nice Electrolux gas refrigerator, stove, and a little breakfast set—then there’s the dining room, living room & bedroom & bath.  I can hardly wait to move in and see what it’s like then Lt. & Mrs. Silvester live there.  It’ll be so heavenly to have you in a place to myself, because you’re all I ever want and no matter where you are, or what happens I’ll love you—always.  It’s just like breathing, my loving you—only it becomes more a part of me all the time.

It’s too bad about little Buddy Graham.  Walt must hate terribly having Annette go back to Denver, but these things happen.

Today I had a letter from Clo Hall & one that Kaye, Helen, Cleo & the gals had written on a get-together.  no new news though, except Evelyn Karlson (remember, she worked at Joe’s store) Anderson is expecting a new baby this fall.  Do you think I should shock them all with our news—or should it wait?  That would probably be more of a shock.

Today was my day at the Doctors.  He’s not so bad—his office isn’t at all nice, but he seems to know his business.  Wish someone in town would tell me about him, though, because to me he seems alright.  I’ll have to ask someone at Church.  And can you guess what I weighed—the same as five weeks ago—126.  Of course, I realize my figure has changed, but at least I’m not getting fat all over & I should with the amount of ice cream I eat.  Mil Laney is a bad influence on me.

We had dinner at the Club, Camp Haan, tonight.  She stopped by about 6:00.  And afterwards I went to the show alone.  That’s why I was so disappointed to miss your call, because I was missing you so much & could have been talking to you.  I just can’t enjoy shows without you.  I find myself day dreaming instead of listening and it’s always about you.  You’re such a perfect husband and I’m so lucky to have you for my own.  I’m so fortunate in so many ways, and all because of you.

Take care of yourself, my dearest.  I’ll be waiting here for your call Friday unless I hear differently.  I’m hoping & praying you’ll be able to come in Sat.  But if not, remember I love you more than anything.  Always, your wife.

Ahh . . . It’s good to be back again.  I needed to read through this sweet letter this morning.  It takes me to a time and place where I don’t have to worry about destroyed landscaping or graffiti on the utility box outside our house.  Where water rationing and questionable school curriculum aren’t pressing concerns.  There are certainly other, great events happening in 1944 (you know, like that war thing) . . . but there are also small, simple, sweet things going on too (along with too much ice cream and shirts 10-inches too big).

And aren’t you happy to hear they finally found an apartment and are getting out of “the room?”  I make no promises, but I hope to be back more regularly than I’ve been over the last month.

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Ack! I’m back.

Sorry about the interlude . . . it’s been a weird, distracting couple of weeks for me . . . and it’s been hard to get focused on the daily routine kind of things.  But we’ve still left Dewain and Zola and the apartment hanging for way too long.  Sorry about that.  I’m working on doing better.  We’ve had rain. We’ve been working on our garden.  We’ve survived the multiple birthday parties and holiday celebrations hosted here at our house.  We’re trying to teach our kids to work by example, and this includes fun work, like our family stories.

Just yesterday I was trying to teach my 7-year old daughter about perspective (umm, following a large meltdown over not getting Skittles at the grocery store, and how the MMs we already have at our house aren’t as good as the ones at the store).  There’s nothing like reviewing the stories from the past to help put things into perspective.  I’m grateful for the lessons learned from Grandma and Grandpa, even if they didn’t know they were teaching us.

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