Sunday, February 9, 2020
A Letter from Gramma J
It all began one December day in 1918 when someone left the Pearly Gates open and an angel escaped. She landed in Sullivan County, PA.
Many years later she gave birth to me. I wasn’t born with as much as a “plastic” spoon in my mouth, but God gave me a cup which was half full. As I grew up, no matter how much I drank from it, the cup was always half full. It took me a lot of years to figure out what was in that cup, but as I grew and learned about my world (all ten square miles of it), I realized it was love!
That love had come to me from the wonderful family I had grown up in. Those dirt poor, happy, loving people from Germany were so grateful to be here living “the American Dream”. They were hard-working, law-abiding, God-fearing patriots who gave their sons to World War II and my mother to the cause of making fuses for bombs at The Eclipse in Elmira, NY.
I was a happy child with a thirst for knowledge and I always wanted to know how everything I saw worked. We had to fix things because we couldn’t afford to buy new ones, so I learned quite a bit!
The older I got, the more I began to realize that God had put me here for a reason. It didn’t come to me until after I met Charles, graduated and went off to college knowing that he would be the “love of my life”.
My mission was to be the best wife, mother and grandmother I could be. I had to pass on that “cup of love” and teach them the power of love and family.
I have asked that this letter be read at my funeral, not as my own eulogy, but as a tribute to those who loved me for so many years and helped make my life exceed all my expectations! I have been blessed with love, hopefully deservedly so. I will die knowing that “my cup runneth over with love”!
02-03-2020
