Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Allison is 21 and last night we went to her birthday barbeque. Allison and our daughter Abbie have been friends since the days when they were wearing the onesies.

During the evening I was reminded that it was Allison's great grandfather who gave me the news that my grandmother had died. This was the grandmother (my mom’s mother) who during the childhood years of Allison’s grandmother, took care of the Brown children when the parents had to be away.

And the notion that relationships flow both deep and wide was reinforced when Allison’s uncle recounted the bicycle trek he and Abbie’s oldest brother took across Oregon from Newberg to Adrian.

All of that and much, much more was yesterday. The greatest thing for Allison and for Abbie is the tomorrows.

2 Comments:

Blogger Betty said...

Your memories reinforce mine. Your grandma Lehman at Rosedale, Oregon was a wonderful cook. She took care of us very well at times when our parents attended pastors' conferences. We have a remarkable heritage, not to our credit, for we didn't choose the family in which we were born. The other aspect of "remarkable" is that always there is the possibilty of "remarks" made. Those can be positive and otherwise. In all humility, our Lord loves and accepts us all right where we are.
Betty Brown Comfort

4:49 PM  
Blogger Witty Lady said...

And I am reminded, Betty, of the time your Aunt Edith took care of the McCracken kids, probably while our parents were buying a farm in Ontario--and of how much I admired you as one of the "big girls" at Quarterly Meeting. Was there something about your having come home from college with a different hair color at least one time?

6:16 AM  

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