I Had A Pleasant Time

A Quick Temper, Sharp Tongue, And Restless Spirit Were Always Getting Her Into Scrapes, And Her Life Was A Series Of Ups And Downs, Which Were Both Comic And Pathetic.

Some Stories Are So Familiar Its Like Going Home.

...for Love Casts Out Fear, And Gratitude Can Conquer Pride.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

The Girls Gave Their Hearts Into Their Mother's Keeping-their Souls Into Their Father's; And To Both Parents, Who Lived And Labored So Faithfully For Them, They Gave A Love That Grew With Their Growth, And Bound Them Tenderly Together By The Sweetest Tie Which Blesses Life And Outlives Death.