Wednesday, November 30, 2011

REBECCA FAY NIELSEN PAGE


Check Written to Mid Wife for Aunt Fay's Birth.



Fay's Husband, Duke Page





To Aunt Fay 

A loving devoted daughter, a sister who couldn't be beat, 
To every member of our family, Aunt Fay has made each life more complete. 

At, her house a slice of toast tasted better, one bed would hold five or six, 
Easter was always that special time, when she delivered those small baby chicks. 

Her TV set has brought entertainment to more lives than we could guess,
And always there was some little treat to enjoy with cousins and guests.

Irrigation day brought swimming, and how the mud did fly,
Soon after you could smell wienies roasting as the smoke she would keep from our eyes.

On every special occasion your measurements were taken,
A pioneer dress or pinafore, maybe doll clothes she would be making.

Inside her house at Christmas, you found every color and size,
Nightgowns, apron, or pillow slips, gee for days we would wait for Aunt Fay’s surprise.

Her yard was one of beauty that all who passed may share,
This beauty was much more radiant because of her loving care.

If the birth of a new arrival was very close at hand,
Her sewing machine was humming, for each little spirit she wanted dressed grand.

Our weddings too were all well planned, again her talent was displayed
And our brides were always happy with the choices that she made.

Her quilt tops we will cherish forever and a day,
The memories of the quilting bees are in our hearts to stay.

She was full of love and kindness, a desire to serve her fellow man,
There was no one who ask for her service who didn’t hear, “You bet I can”.

We didn’t think the day would come when she wasn’t by our side,
But because of her faith and goodness, she has left to sail out on death’s tide.

You know God, this cross you have given will not be easy to bear,
And we pray you’ll send peace and comfort, to a family loaded with care.

Accept our thanks, for her life on earth,
She has brought joy and comfort since the day of her birth.

To the heavy hearts of her parents, let thy healing power mend,
With peace and understanding that this is not the end,

We will look toward the future, when again our chain will be unbroken,
And through the gates of heaven, we hear her voice soft spoken.

For as she planned for us on earth she will also plan up there,
And God’s kingdom, known as Heaven, with her presence will be more fair.

(NOTE:  I think this was written by Aunt Lois)

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