Where do I start? So many memories over the years! I remember as a kid visiting and walking down the street with Ed to go fishing. I always was told I could tell a good 'fish story!' Then when my daughters were babies, the farm is where we would go to visit and if Tim and I went out, you were all our babysitters. We would sit outside and chat or next door with Ed and Edith and just chat.
Dolores and I grew closer as adults as we chatted some more! After the move we sat outside by the pond or in the house and chatted about family history, photographs, crafts, quilting, doll-making and laughed about our 'stash' of all of our supplies. Every time Tim and I would come up to NJ we would do our best to bring Mom and Dad up to spend some time together.
We are blessed to have had that last visit this May. We talked about quilting and crafts and when I scheduled my next visit, we would spend more time working on a project. Dolores wanted to try paper piece quilting. I took the class and have the envelope of materials ready for my trip planned in July. She will be watching to make sure my stitches are even!
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom in silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Author Unknown
Dolores, you will be missed dearly!!! Love, Marge & Tim Higgins
