Poem dedicated to Ted's mother, Etta


In Memorium to the "Little Pioneer Woman".

To our mountain came a lady,
And ere with us many days,
All who came in contact with her
Praised her sweet and gentle ways.

More and more we grew to love her
As we frequently did meet;
And she blessed us with the sunshine
Of her presence, pure and sweet.

Not one person failed to love her---
In her home they'd come and go---
Somehow made you think of Jesus
Lifting hearts bowed down in woe.

But one day God sent an angel
Bidding her in haste to come;
For he had her mansion ready
In that blessed heavenly home.

Lonely hearts she leaves behind her,
How we miss her! Tongue can't tell.
But we feel the Master knoweth
And he doeth all things well.

So let's look above the shadows,
For we know it won't be long
Till we meet her "over yonder,"
Where we'll sing the victor's song.

Mollie Barr.
Granddaughter of John Samuel Spencer, postmaster of Plumlee, Arkansas (Mt. Sherman)

[Special Thanks to Joan VanCuren-Hobbs for providing this article.]
Powered by Drupal, an open source content management system
Drupal theme by Kiwi Themes.