Ida J. GORDON

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,...

I am Jill (Nohava) Reinbold Daughter of Mildred Nohava
I am very sorry for your loss.
We lived right across the street from the IGA store on Burdick and Alcott. My dad owned the Sinclair/Shell Station.
Ida used to come over and have coffee with my mother.
I remember listening to them talk about grown up things.
I remember sitting on her lap in my mother's kitchen and she spilled her coffee on me. She was very upset. She thought she had burned me but it wasn't that...

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.