A lovely young lady named Esther,
Had a beau that would constantly pester.
She had thrice told him leave,
But he would not conceive,
His advances would never arrest her.
It’s almost 6:00 and I’ve been up for a while. I don’t know if I can go back to bed or not, but I do know that I’m going to request a coffee run on the way out of town.
I haven’t slept well tonight or any of the night’s we’ve been here. My nose is very stuffy and my throat hurts. I don’t know if it’s a cold or some allergy, but I know it’s no fun trying to sleep.
Ivan woke me up earlier. He and the other boys are sleeping in the motorhome with Grandpa. They love sleeping out there, but Ivan must have had a bad dream because he started crying loudly and I could hear it from inside the house. I ran out there and was able to comfort him pretty quickly. Then he got me up because he had to go to the bathroom…twice. So…I just stayed up. I felt very awake and didn’t want to fight with my nose over which side of my face I should breath out of. When I’m sitting up I can breathe easier.
I will end this post here because though I’m awake, I don’t feel like I can accurately describe the events of the past couple of days well enough. I want to write something for Kristy, since she couldn’t be at Reubmummy’s funeral and give her a good idea of the crowd and the fun she missed sitting with kids on backless wooden benches in a pole barn for nearly two hours while a man she doesn’t know preached in a language she couldn’t understand about who knows what. Wait a minute…which one of us is in a foreign country? Oh…there is much more to share. If my eyes could snap pictures I would have you all in stitches.
Sweet Mary, you’ve been in my prayers this week. I can only imagine that this hasn’t been an easy trip, or an easy set of events. Love to you and your family, T
I’ll use this to tell you a little I learned about Mom just Thursday. I might have told you but I can’t remember doing so. After the will was read my younger brother Junior told us that when he was still single he had a motorcycle. Mom was very vocal in her disapproval about it. He asked her if she had ever ridden one and of course she hadn’t. He offered to give her a ride and promised he wouldn’t go fast. He convinced her to put on a helmet (which would conceal her identity to some extent) and she got on behind him. He went to the east end of Mountain road and back (threatening to turn in at Truman Bontragers). So I learned something about her I didn’t know before. Jr and Martha kept it a secret all these years. Also there is a passport she had to fly to Paraguay to visit your aunt Mary when she lived there. Where there is a passport there is a picture. I have a copy on order. She would have been around 50-55 at that time. So maybe this will expand your vision of who this little lady was. For a little Amish lady she was quite an adventurer and wasn’t afraid to defy the Amish Bishop by riding in an airplane.
Oh, I hope you’re feeling better soon. I, for one, can’t wait to hear all the stories you come back home with.
Thanks for sharing that, Dad. Can I have a copy of the passport pic too? Mary – hope your cold is gone.