Remembering My Grandmother

A busy several days.  On 26 July my 92-year old Grandmother, Wilma Schultz, passed away.  She had lived a very long life with lots of adventures, but in the past 18 months her health had begun to decline and she had said several times that she was ready to go.  So when she peacefully slipped away late Tuesday evening, I was glad that her wish had come true.

 

On Thursday 4 August we held a memorial service to celebrate her life.  A de facto family reunion, about four dozen people gathered at my grandmother’s church – St. Mark’s United Methodist – to listen to her favourite poems and psalms, to sing her favourite hymns, and to share stories about her life.

 

One of the passages that the minister read was this poem from the Unitarian Church’s daily devoitional.  (Interesting because my Grandmother was a Methodist.)  I think it is quite inspirational.

 

 

Life

 

By William Arthur Ward

 

The adventure of life is to learn.

 

The purpose of life is to grow.

 

The nature of life is to change.

 

The challenge of life is to overcome.

 

The essence of life is to care.

 

The opportunity of life is to serve.

 

The secret of life is to dare.

 

The spice of life is to befriend.

 

The beauty of life is to give.

 

The joy of life is to love.

 

 

 

Above: my grandmother as a young lady – probably around 1926

 

Below, left: with my grandfather, Elmer Schultz, out on their farm in Ionia, Missouri (late 1930’s).  Right: their 50th wedding anniversary in 1985

 

 

 

The funny thing about family events like this is that there are so many people you haven’t seen in years and years, and they all know you even if you don’t know them!

4 thoughts on “Remembering My Grandmother

  1. That last line rings a bell, in fact, at my own grandma’s funeral. I met for the first time my dad’s childhood friends. I wasn’t even aware they existed. But they knew all about me living in New York and stuff! I was incredulous at how many things dad hasn’t bother to tell me about himself.

  2. @ToyPetFishes – It is amazing the way we don’t really know anything significant about our parents’ lives or our grandparents’ lives.  That’s one reason I’m trying to document my life well and, by extension, my sister’s childhood and other parts of my family’s history.  I want my nieces to grow up with a deeper understanding of the richness of those lives and not see them in quite the one-dimensional way we often view our parents.

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