From Sunday to Sunday
On Sunday, March 13, 1932, my great-grandmother Ollie Elliott, who was a midwife, attended her eldest daughter, Lorene Elliott Farmer, in the birth of her firstborns, twin girls. While Ollie, Lorene, and other female relatives were inside the house, male relatives waited outside. Perhaps the reason those male relatives could be gathered outside was that it was Sunday, their day of rest.
One of those twin girls was my mother, Ollie Evelyn Farmer Boyd. I first heard the details of that day about six years ago at a family gathering. My mother’s first cousin John Russell Peck told me, “I remember the day your mother was born.” John Russell was a little boy of about eight years old when he stayed outside with the men and waited for his grandmother Ollie to assist his Aunt Lorene in her first birth.
Mother was in her early 80s when John Russell told me that story and I thought how wonderful it was to talk to someone who remembered the day she was born.
This is my mother, Evelyn, when she was a girl.
When she graduated from high school,
On the day she married Daddy,
With her first baby, me,
With Daddy, my brother Steve, and me,
Just before hers and Daddy’s 50th wedding anniversary,
And ready for Bible class on January 22, 2020.
Mother breathed her first breath on a Sunday in 1932. She breathed her last breath on a Sunday in 2020. Last night my mother went to be with Jesus. She was almost 88 years old.
Her children rise up and bless her . . .
Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
Proverbs 31:28a, 30
Dear Charlene, So sorry for your great loss. You and Ray have certainly honored your mom by taking such good care of her. You have made her a sweet part of your blog and she will be missed here. I know I will miss her…mothers are always missed. So happy though that she gained her victory! I pray that you feel God’s comfort here while she is being wecomed there.
I’m truly sorry for your loss. I have enjoyed the way you have honored and celebrated her life with your memories and stories. May God bless your family!!
My heart breaks for you Charlene.. An enormous empty space your Mother leaves you with but to be filled by the unending memories she also leaves.
Blessings
What a lovely tribute, Charlene! I’m glad that I knew Miss Evelyn!!
P S. I’m named for my grandmother Olive and my grandfather always called her Ollie!
I’m so sorry for your loss. I will be praying for you and your family over the upcoming days.
I am so sorry to hear you have lost your Mother. I am so glad you were able to spend time with her in her last days. You honor her well. May your family be blessed with peace and grace.
I pray these and other wonderful memories flood your heart today and your tomorrows. May those moments bring you smiles and ease the pain from her not being right beside you in these moments. I pray you find strength and comfort in the celebration of her being with Jesus.
I don’t know you personally, but what a beautiful tribute to your mother, Charlene! She was a beautiful and godly woman, and I know these precious memories and the realization of the comfort of her heavenly home will give you peace in the upcoming days.
What a beautiful life to share with us, Charlene. I am sorry for your loss.
What a wonderful tribute to your mother! What a comfort to know she was a follower of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! Her legacy will continue through your family. I pray you will be comforted and find peace during this time of loss. May God Bless You.
Oh my goodness, Charlene! I am so very sorry for the enormous loss of your Mama! Like the other commenters, I am so inspired by the way you and Ray honored her, loved her, tenderly cared for her, and made her life one of love, dignity, and respect, to the very end. I know that her heart is bursting with love and precious memories right now, as she stands before her Saviour, healed and eternally alive! Thank you so much for sharing her with us!
Dear Charlene,
Thank you for sharing this sweet blog about your momma. Mother’s are irreplaceable. Praying as you move forward, with all these sweet memories to cherish, and all the love she left you with.
((hugs))