Verrell Fae Camp Shadix. 1912 - 2009 - Grandmother lived through World Wars and a few assorted conflicts. She looked up to see the first airplanes fly over and rode in some of the first cars. She rode to town on a mule. She pick cotton (she hated picking cotton) She hoed rows and rows and rows and rows of crops. She was tough. She was kind. She was loving. The world is a better place for her being in it. She had a keen intellect that she kept well hidden except for the occasional quick quip. She read constantly and knew the current news. She read the paper every morning. She was generous. You couldn't walk through her door without being offered something to eat. I remember rocking with her to the tune of "How much is that doggy in the window". She would tell me stories as we would swing on the porch swing at the house on Strickland Street. I remember every Easter, she'd be decked out complete with hat. i can see her now dressed for bowlng with Grandaddy, with her sweater over her shoulders and her bag on her arm. When I became a missionary, she wrote me a letter telling me how she wanted to be a missionary when she was a girl. When I returned to Mexico the second time, she took me by the arm and led me to her room. She said, "I found something and I want you to have it." She handed me her notebook. It was a journal she had made when she was atending missionary conferences. Her Sunday School teacher picked her up and took her in a horse and buggy. She had made her first entry on September 25, 1929. In those pages I found a line that resonated with me and has stayed with me since I read it. "Expect great things from God, attempt great thing for God." Enjoy the view Grandmother, I'll see you in Eternity.
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