A big howdy y’ll from Lorain Ohio. Do hope everyone is well and by now enjoying summer which officially started on Friday. I sure hope it’s more like it should be, not like the weather we’ve had lately. Last week temps were in the 90s, air conditioning weather, but this week has been a different story. One day was plumb cold; we had to use the furnace. Oh well, we takes what we gits. My heart goes out to all who have lost loved ones, homes and all they own to floods. We should not complain about heat or cold but I guess that’s just something we all do and probably always will.
My deepest sympathy to the family of the late Lake Pass. They have lost a mother, grandmother, mother-in-law, sister, aunt and friend. Lake Bentley Pass was born and reared at Millstone and reared her family there. She was living in Cadiz when she took her final journey. God must have needed another rose for His garden and choose Lake. Now she is one perfect rose among many and in a place where there are no aches, no pains, no tears, no sorrow and no worries about tomorrow, just perfect peace and an everlasting love. To Bobby Joe and Madonna and all the rest of the family, our love and prayers are with you. I think the only one I ever met was John Vent Bentley, and that was at the Letcher County picnic and again at the Bates (Joe and family) picnic in 2006.
Have you ever wondered what heaven would be like? To me it is a lush green field with grass so soft it would be like walking on a plush carpet. There would be flowers of all varieties in the most beautiful colors imaginable. They never die, fade or even lose one petal. Trees of all kinds would be scattered here and there. The leaves would vary from a perfect green and all the fall colors of brown, yellow and red. A bubbling brook runs hither and yon, always sparkling like the sun is shining. The water is so warm one wants to sit on the bank and dangle in your feet or go wading. Birds of all kinds and colors are flitting through the air or nesting in the trees. Singing along with the angel band and the glorious music of their harps and watching over all is the most loving, forgiving and gentle keeper and master of all. A bit fanciful I must say, and I’m sure others have their own version of what heaven is like. If anyone takes exception with this or thinks I’m out of line, I ask to please forgive me.
Billy Wayne and Redia just left. He brought me over 800 pieces of shirts and pants to be checked out. They are both well. They have two grandchildren for two weeks, Christopher and Meagan.
I have talked to Jeanie and Ron. Both are planning to be here for the Engle-Sergent picnic on Sunday, August 10, at Hilltop Park in Elyria, Ohio, from noon till dark. I surely hope all my family can be here. It may be the last time we will all be together. Let’s face facts, we shore ain’t gettin any younger and the next time we meet could be we are saying good-bye to one of us.
Red hasn’t been having a very good week but he just keeps plugging along. As the old saying goes, you just can’t keep a good man down. He has talked to both Charles and Jean and he did call sister-in-law Goldie at Letcher Manor. She still misses Chalmer.
Sunday past was the union meeting at Little Pilgrim Home Church at Ruggles, Ohio. One of the called preachers was Jonnie Bentley from Michigan and his sweet wife, Audrey, was with him. I dearly love that woman. They know my cousins, Denver and Lorene Profitt, and from the way they talk, they think highly of them.
I finally got started on my letter writing and hope to get caught up soon. I love to write letters but really need to be in the mood.
I talked to one of my former students, Doris Phillips King. I was so glad she called; she lives in Davenport, Iowa. We were worried about her and her husband, Buddy. I wanted to call her but didn’t have a phone number. Needless to say, that was one of the first things I asked for. There were 13 of the Phillips children and they were the most polite, respectful and good bunch you would ever want to meet. Course way back when that was the way our parents raised us. We were never beaten but that’s not to say we didn’t feel a bit of switching now and again, and there was also the bite from Dad’s belt when needed. It didn’t hurt us a bit in the long run, but it did sting and hurt at the time. I really think some children nowadays would benefit from a dose of sassafras tea now and then.
We picked and cooked our last mess of mustard greens. Now the patch has been cut down and will have to wait till fall planting for fresh greens. We do still have quite a few packs in freezer.
I got a package from Joyce (Gaynell) Fields, Columbus, Ind. She does a lot of work with plastic and sent us several Christmas ornaments. Thank you, Gaynell! You should see some of the beautiful things she has made for me. We have a plaque of our wedding, a most beautiful Indian doll, and a bathroom set. Some people got talent and some (me) don’t.
Hello to Jean Cook. Thank you for the picture of Gabriel Micah Gilliam; he’s a cutie.
Yep! I hear what you are saying, "Enough is enough already," so I won’t bore you any longer. Till next time be good, stay well and have a great summer, love, prayers and peace to all.
Emma Engle, 4801 Clifton Ave, Lorain, Ohio 44055, 1-440-233- 7548, firstname.lastname@example.org.