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!

My First Blog Entry

It is just after midnight and I’m waiting for a dish of Chicken Mafé to cool down before I put it into the refrigerator.  Mafé is a dish with origins in Senegal (or so I’m told) and it is originally made with lamb or beef and the sauce is made with peanute butter and tomato paste.  It also has onions and carrots in it and is flavoured with thyme and bay leaves.  Whether or not people in Senegal actually make stews with peanut butter is another matter altogether.

 

The recipe was provided to me by one of my employees, Marty.  He and his partner are foodies, too.  It seems many people on my team are.  Perhaps as a manager I just surround myself with like-minded people.  In this case, though, that like-mindedness has nothing to do with work.  Just food and books and music.

 

This is my first entry into Xanga.  My friend Aaron has been blogging for a year now and I’ve been following his entries and find it a cool way to stay in touch with what’s going on in his life.  I’d like to keep a blog just so friends and family can stay in touch as I move to Bangkok to join my husband in November.  Long story – I’ll share more over time.

 

Anyhow, we’ll see how blogging plays out.  Perhaps more work than I’m interested in.  Peraps not.  We’ll see…