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February 21, 2014
Over the years mama raised her 7 children to be honest, loving, and independent people--she was a glass-half-full kind of person and she infected us with her smile and positive outlook. She wanted her children to view the world as a place to be explored, and if any of us had an opportunity to go on a school trip, travel with a friend, go on church outings—she made sure we went. There were many virtues she imbued in us, not by preaching, but in her coaching—something you pick up with 7 kids to referee! I know her influence helped me through difficult times in my life: from losing my baby, through a painful divorce, to being a “single” mom. Her influence also helped me understand and appreciate the joy in my life: my children, my husband, the simple pleasures of home, family and good health.

I dedicate to her my earliest memory of her guidance in teaching me not to fear but to enjoy life.

Mmm. The cherries hung high out of reach of my 5-year old fingers. I jumped. No--couldn't get to them. Oh, they looked so good, the sunlight glistening on them and the birds stopping to have a taste. How could I reach them? Then I spied the step stool mama had used to wash the windows, leaning against the house. Light bulb!! I dragged it to the tree, and climbed the two steps. The cherries? Still out of reach, but now I could reach the lower branches of the tree and climb up to reach the cherries! So up I went. And up to reach those bunches of cherries…and then the next bunch. I continued my zigzag up the tree, following where the cherries led me.
As I reached for one particularly plump cherry, I happened to look down, and discovered the ground was far away… Suddenly, the branch I was on became my best friend as I froze, and cried for my mama. She heard my terrified screams for help, and hurried out of the back door, wiping her hands on her apron.
I can still picture her, standing at the bottom of the tree, looking up at me as I told her I was stuck. She knew I was terrified, but she remained calm and told me that I climbed up the tree, and she knew I could climb down. “But I'll fall” I wailed. She considered and quietly asked me, “Did you fall climbing up? “No.” “Then why do you think you'll fall coming down?” she replied. “Because the ground is so far away,” I whimpered. She considered again. “Well, the ground hasn't moved since you climbed the tree—still in the same spot, waiting for you to come down.” “So, she continued, “when you come down, think about how you climb the monkey bars. You have fun on the monkey bars. The ground is here waiting, and it won't wiggle.”
Somehow, in my 5-year old brain, that made sense. So, slowly, one branch at a time, I climbed out of the tree. My mama took my hand and I beamed at her—“I did it!!” “I knew you could”, she smiled, “sometimes when you are scared, you do things the best.”

So, mom. You're right. When you're scared you can do it, and sometimes even better!
love, Linda
January 02, 2014
I have very fond memories of Aunt Anita. My sympathy to all her family.
I think of a verse in the Psalms: "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saint." She was definitely a precious lady and will be missed.

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