A satisfaction story
A new beginning after losing my husband of 64 years. I don’t have any idea what it’s going to be like, but I’m going to make the best of it.
When we first met, I decided that he was the one whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was a gentle gentleman. If he ever had a fault, I never could see it.
We had a goal: a farm of our own some day. We were both poor farm kids with wonderful parents. This was in the late ’40s. We started farming west of Tiffin on two rented farms, farming the land and raising 6,000 turkeys a year for eight years and dairy farming for years on our own northeast of Tiffin. Then, a call from a son came. Mom, can I come home to farm? We built a modest home on the corner of our farm 36 years ago.
This is not a success story. It’s the satisfaction of a life well lived. How did we do it? Love and respect for each other, hard work with the help of our three sons as they grew up, and through prayer with faith and trust in Jesus Christ, our personal savior, and God the father, maker, master of us all.
I wish everyone the joy and peace that surrounds me, the memories that I hold in my heart. The world would be a better place in which to live if all its people could have the opportunity to strive to achieve.