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Two Sisters

My mother and her younger sister Ethel Geraldine 

A Christian Family in Heaven

By John Angell James (1785 - 1859) 1. The enjoyments and occupations of heaven are uniformly represented as social: but where is the charm of society without mutual knowledge? 2. Heaven is uniformly represented as perfecting all our faculties; is it then probable that it will diminish memory, one of the most important of them? And if memory be still retained in full vigor, and it be perpetually employed, as it inevitably must be, on the past scenes of our earthly existence, is it likely that the friends and companions of that existence, inhabiting then the same celestial world with us, will be unknown to us? 3. The chief grace that will be increased in the regions of the blest, next to love to God, will be love to our companions in glory. But will not one of the most pure, elevated, and delightful exercises of this holy passion be wanting, if we are ignorant of our glorified relatives? 4. In the general judgment, which is appointed to vindicate the ways of God to man, it is

Grandfather's Death Notice

Mother's Obituary

Grandfather Ace Levi Lawson

Ace Levi Lawson (2.24.1894 - 9.15.1972) Grandfather's Grave Site As a child I remember seeing Grandfather's WWI military paper hanging in a frame in Grandmother's front room (parlor) and being amazed that he fought in a World War. As time permits, I hope to find more on his service record and will share it here. Grandfather truly was the glue that held his family together and he was much loved and respected by all his children and grandchildren. He was 14 years older than Grandmother when they married, and died 26 years before her.  I remember how devastated my grandmother, mother, aunts and uncles were at his death. I had not seen my grandmother cry until his death. There's no doubt in my mind that she truly loved him and he loved her. My memory of him is still clear as he was a man of great discernment regarding human nature and he would spend hours sitting in the front yard of his home telling us children stories. I have wonderful memories of baking him