tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post3613566874507980690..comments2024-03-27T03:25:08.267-07:00Comments on Life in the Shoe: A Sad StoryDorcashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-1214472801463310652008-12-01T13:30:00.000-08:002008-12-01T13:30:00.000-08:00esp-paz: my grandma died in 1977, when I was 15. ...esp-paz: my grandma died in 1977, when I was 15. She had lived with us the previous year. Interesting that you remember her funeral.Dorcashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-24479230107587792822008-12-01T12:19:00.000-08:002008-12-01T12:19:00.000-08:00Interesting. One thing to note also is the way in ...Interesting.<BR/> <BR/>One thing to note also is the way in which the Amish-Mennos grieve after a violent death or tragedy as compared to mainstream.<BR/><BR/>One of my first memories that I still remember is of your grandma's funeral at the Grove City church. I must have been a toddler because I was being carried by someone in a long line up to a box of sorts. I remember being in wonder at the solemnity and the long line of people. I whispered into the ear of who was likely an aunt who was carrying me, "Who is in there." To which I got the response, "Dah, Amos Sarah ida Mom."<BR/>When did your grandma die?espĂritu pazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17483308467615005496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-5769121770043445992008-12-01T07:04:00.000-08:002008-12-01T07:04:00.000-08:00Thanks for sharing this story Dorcas! I had never ...Thanks for sharing this story Dorcas! I had never heard most of this. So sad!<BR/><BR/>Diane YutzyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-73769099933767048312008-11-30T05:03:00.000-08:002008-11-30T05:03:00.000-08:00I am loving the vignettes you give of your extende...I am loving the vignettes you give of your extended family, because I find out I know them! I have been one of those silent lurkers--a faithful one--to your blog ever since my aunt forwarded me your writings over Steven's adoption.<BR/>But, since I read of and saw the photos of your visit to Kalona and saw you in Lavina's kitchen and read she is your aunt, I feel like I have got to come out and tell you how much I enjoy reading your posts and feel like I know you!<BR/><BR/>I grew up hearing the names Art and Lavina and it was always with lots of warmth, love, and excitement! My father and Art were best of friends as Kauffman cousins and then their wives became wonderful friends. Whenever we got together there was always LOTS of laughter and fun. Our visits to Kalona to Art's were few but packed with fond memories. And your little grandma was a figure in those visits, too, since she lived with them those last years. Art's death was really hard on both my parents. My parents and Lavina got together some in FL last winter and I felt a bit jealous I couldn't have been with them at least a few hours! How I would love to reconnect with Lavina and Charles, Nelson and Merlin.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-1026713466888890532008-11-30T03:13:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:13:00.000-08:00Allie is truly a wonderful, lively and vivacious l...Allie is truly a wonderful, lively and vivacious lady! She was my teacher in a one room country school from grade 1 -8, and her husband Glen was my Kindergarten teacher.ribbit98https://www.blogger.com/profile/16474006551798461492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-59076317110535420732008-11-29T14:54:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:54:00.000-08:00Sad story indeed! Especially the last part. The ...Sad story indeed! Especially the last part. The young man should have stopped driving altogether I think.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-91471965580062360582008-11-29T13:05:00.000-08:002008-11-29T13:05:00.000-08:00My grandpa died when I was a month old, exactly. ...My grandpa died when I was a month old, exactly. My mom was divorced at the time and had been divorced for some time. I am your age, and back then it was rather a stigma to have a child out of wedlock, so she debated giving me up for adoption. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Shortly after I was born, she smuggled me into the hospital so Grandpa could see me.<BR/><BR/>I missed knowing my Grandpa too. I painted his portrait from a picture though, when Mom was giving my daughter and I and a few friends oil painting classes, and I got to learn all kinds of things about my grandpa as Mom reminisced. I have also always kept my ears open for stories over the years. I, too, see him in my uncles. I'm sure that If I met him on the street, I would know who he was!!KaraBeaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519711290091911234noreply@blogger.com