Thursday, October 20, 2011
Together, Even in Death
..A devoted Iowa couple married for 72 years died holding hands in the hospital last week, exactly one hour apart.
The passing reflected the nature of their marriage, where, "As a rule, everything was done together," said the couple's daughter Donna Sheets, 71.
Gordon Yeager, 94, and his wife Norma, 90, left their small town of State Center, Iowa, on Wednesday to go into town, but never made it. A car accident sent the couple to the emergency room and intensive care unit with broken bones and other injuries. But, even in the hospital, their concerns were each other.
"She was saying her chest hurt and what's wrong with Dad? Even laying there like that, she was worried about Dad," said the couple's son, Dennis Yeager, 52. "And his back was hurting and he was asking about Mom."
When it became clear that their conditions were not improving, the couple was moved into a room together in beds side-by-side where they could hold hands.
"They joined hands; his right hand, her left hand," Sheets said.
Gordon Yeager died at 3:38 p.m. He was no longer breathing, but the family was surprised by what his monitor showed.
"Someone in there said, 'Why, then, when we look at the monitor is the heart still beating?'" Sheets recalled. "The nurse said Dad was picking up Mom's heartbeat through Mom's hand."
"And we thought, 'Oh my gosh, Mom's heart is beating through him,'" Dennis Yeager said.
Norma Yeager died exactly an hour later.
"Dad used to say that a woman is always worth waiting for," Dennis Yeager said. "Dad waited an hour for her and held the door for her."
The inseparable couple was engaged and married within 12 hours in 1939 on the day Norma Yeager graduated from high school.
"She graduated from high school on May 26, 1939, at about 10 a.m., and at about 10 p.m. that night she was married to my dad at his sister's house," Sheets said.
The vibrant duo had a "very, very full life."
They worked as a team. They traveled together, they were in a bridge club together and they worked in a Chevrolet dealership, creamery and other businesses together.
"They always did everything together," Sheets said. "They weren't apart. They just weren't."
Dennis Yeager described his father as an "outgoing" and "hyper" man who was still working on the roof of his house and sitting cross-legged with no problem at age 90.
"The party didn't start until he showed up," he said. "He was the outgoing one and she supported him by being the giver. She supported Dad in everything. And he would've been lost without her."
Dennis Yeager said it is strange today to go into his parents' home and see the "two chairs side-by-side that they sat in all the time," empty. He said it was in those chairs that his parents cheered on the Arizona sports teams they loved and rarely missed an episode of "Wheel of Fortune" and "The Price Is Right."
According to their obituary, besides their children, the Yeagers are survived by her sister, Virginia Kell, and his brother, Roger Yeager, as well as 14 grandchildren, 29 great-grandchildren and one great-great grandchild.
Their grandson Randy Yeager said he has been inspired in his own 13-year marriage by his grandparents' loving and lasting marriage.
"Grandpa and I were talking this summer about all of the people getting divorced for this reason or that and he mentioned that nobody stays together anymore," Randy Yeager wrote to ABCNews.com in an email. "I told [him] that my wife Mara and I would never be getting a divorce and he said, 'That's because you're old school, like me!'
"That was one of the greatest compliments I could have ever received and one I will strive to live up to for the rest of my life," Randy Yeager said.
The couple were put in a casket together holding hands for their funeral this week, but are being cremated and will have their ashes mixed before burial.
"All their life has been together," Sheets said. "So, when it came to the funeral home, the family asked, 'Can we have them put in the casket together holding hands?' Because that's the way their life was."
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wit & Determination: The Story of Johnny Compton
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Johnny Compton was a country boy from a small town in Tennessee. In 1937, he hitchhiked across the country to come to Hollywood, California. He was determined that he was going to become a famous actor. As soon as he made it to his destination, he had to find a job, so went around asking shopkeepers if they needed extra help, all to no avail. Then he came to one shop and saw that in the back of this place there were some terribly dirty trash cans. He asked the shop owner if he had any openings for help and was once again turned down. Then he mentioned the dirty trash cans in back on the store and offered to wash them. They were disgusting. The shop owner said,
"You would do that?"
To which Johnny replied that he would and that is how he ended up getting his first job.
The first Sunday that he had off from work, he decided he was going to meet some movie stars to try and get into the movie business. So, he went down on Hollywood Blvd, where even then they were selling maps to stars homes. He bought a map, looked down the list and saw Shirley Temple's name. He told himself, "I am going to introduce myself to Shirley Temple today."
So, he took a trolley or bus down to Beverly Hills and found Shirley Temple's home. Frustrated, he saw that the Temple's home was surrounded by a high wrought iron fence with a massive gate in front. He was too intimiated to ring the buzzer and wasn't sure what to do.
Right about this time, a lady came out of the house next door to go over to her mailbox. Johnny saw an opening and went over speak to this lady. He introduced himself as Johnny Compton from Tennessee and asked about Shirley Temple. The lady said her name was Lillian Gish, the silent movie era star.
"I am Johnny Compton of Tennessee. My friend, Miss Gish, said that I should come over and introduce myself."
At this, the big iron gate swung open and Johnny was admitted to the Temple's home, where he spent a lovely afternoon visiting with Shirley and her mother.
Joan Crawford. Of course, Johnny was quite enamored with this famous star, but that didn't stop him
from introducing himself to her and proclaiming that he was going to be a movie star. Miss Crawford said that he was a very good looking young man and could do well in the movies. Then she mentioned that her studio was in the process of casting a new movie for her, called Mildred Pierce. She said he would do nicely playing her son. It wasn't a large speaking role, but he would be on-camera a lot. So...
The next day, Johnny got himself to Warner Brothers studios. He buzzed the gate and said,
"I am Johnny Compton from Tennessee. I was talking to my friend, Joan Crawford, yesterday and she suggested I audition for the role of her son in Mildred Pierce."
The gate swung open and he was admitted for a screen test. Eventually, he was given the role of the son in Mildred Pierce and a seven year contract with Warner Brothers.
Johnny did not go on to have a big movie career. As it turned out and as he now concedes, he wasn't that good of an actor. But that didn't stop his resolve to make something great out of himself.
Back in those days, what is now known as the Hollywood Hills was undeveloped land for sale for $1/acre. Thrifty Johnny had saved up his money that the studio had paid him and, along with a partner, began to buy up land in the Hollywood Hills. That land was eventually developed into homes...Johnny now owns 40 (!) properties in the Hollywood Hills and is a wealthy landowner.
Johnny Compton from Tennesse now lives on one of his properties. He is 88 years old and kept in touch with Shirley Temple for many years.
How do you like that, for a story of wit, determination and a fair share of pluck!
Thanks, Johnny and Angela for a wonderful evening.
Have a great one!
Elizabeth
Monday, September 5, 2011
Happy Labor Day!
But first, a few words about Labor Day.
According to Wikipedia, Labor Day was instituted as a celebration of "the economic and social contributions of workers." Labor is something that we all partake of throughout our lives and many of us think of it in a negative light - that which is hard or difficult. I use to look at it that way. Instead, I prefer to now think of it as the opportunity of working with our hands and the sacrifice of our time for the greater good. I know that is very idealistic thinking, but labor is not a burdon, it can be for the betterment of our lives, our family, our communities and even all of mankind. It is a blessing.
Partaking of meaningful work is a challenge, because sometimes all we are able to obtain for ourselves is a job of questionable benefit and we do it to earn a paycheck. The goal, though, should be to find something to do that is really useful to others which can bless and help. That makes all of our hard work fulfilling and "worth it".
Work can be through a professional vocation, a volunteer position and at home with our families. In fact, I think that the truly difficult and most rewarding work of all is within the walls of our homes.
Whatever our circumstances, even if we have a professional job that leaves a lot to be desired, we should look for and find ways to contribute in a way where we feel our efforts have mattered to someone. Making a real difference is what allows us to go to bed at night and to rest in peace, even as our bodies and minds are fatigued from the challenges of the day.
In fact, I think that using our God-given gifts and talents to uplift and help others is the crowning achievement of this life, in whatever way we find to do that. This should be the goal of every single one of us.
It is my prayer that the Lord will bless our efforts and help us to be focused on the blessings of our labors and help us to always consecrate our time, efforts and energies to blessing his children and furthering His purposes.
Have a wonderful holiday!
Elizabeth
Menus for This Week:
Monday - Grilled Hot Doggies, Potato Salad, Fruit
Tuesday - Chicken Lo Mein, Steamed Broccoli
Wednesday - Salmon Cakes, Zippy Rice Pilaf and Thai Cucumber Salad
Thursday - Brown Rice and Lentil Salad, Tossed Salad, Bread & Butter
Friday - Homemade Pizza and Fruit Salad
Saturday - Tacos and Crudities
Sunday - Grilled Steak, Potato Salad, Tossed Salad & Fruit Pizza
For more Menu Planning Monday posts, Please visit I Am An Organizing Junkie!
Enjoy!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
And Then It's Winter...
How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my babies go? And where did my youth go? I remember well.... seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like.
But, here it is... my age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be. Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat anymore... it's mandatory! Cause if I don't on my own free will... I just fall asleep where I sit!
And so, now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things. But, at least I know, that though the winter has come and I'm not sure how long it will last, this I know, that when it's over... its over!
Yes, I have regrets. There are things I wish I hadn't done and things I should have done. But indeed, there are many things I'm happy to have done. Its all in a lifetime...
So, if you're not in your winter yet ... let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life, please do it quickly!
Life goes by quickly. So, do what you can today, because you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not! You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life... so, live for God today, and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember.
Life is God's gift to you. The way you live your life determines where you will spend eternity.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
All for the Best
Fast forward to yesterday. My husband awakened me early in the morning with news that our hot water heater was leaking all over the laundry room floor. Very shortly, the leak progressed to about one gallon of water a minute. We called the landlord, who called a plumber. We bailed water until 1:30 pm., when the plumber finally was able to make it over. He replaced the water heater and secured the situation.
Now, here is the miracle that is motivating me to write about this mishap. The plumber told us that we had narrowly escaped a catastrophe. If we hadn't been home to catch the leak when we did, we would have come home to a basement that was under water. There would have been no place for the water to go, but up. We would have lost a lot of our possessions and our poor landlord would have had an enormous amount of damage to repair.
None of us are mourning our California trip anymore. Our being forced to stay at home averted a disaster. I see the hand of the Lord all through this whole situation. Sometimes when things don't seemingly go our way, we can be very upset and angry. However, perhaps we are being protected in ways we cannot see by a kind and loving God who is watching over us.
We can go to California another time. For now, we are happy and blessed to be at home.
Love,
Elizabeth
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A Special Story for Palm Sunday
The following story was sent to me by my cousin, Val, whose father is a Methodist Minister. I feel that it perfectly illustrates the sacrifice and atonement of Jesus Christ and that it is a wonderful way to begin Holy Week on my blog. I hope that you enjoy it.
Love,
Elizabeth
There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States. Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course their freshman year, regardless of his or her major.
This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team and was the best student in the professor's class.
One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. “How many push-ups can you do?”
“200? That's pretty good, Steve,” Dr. Christianson said. “Do you think you could do 300?”
“Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it,” said the professor.
Steve said, “Well... I think I can... yeah, I can do it.”
Dr. Christianson said, “Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind.”
Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. These weren't the normal kinds of donuts. They were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.
Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, “Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?”
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, “Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?”
“Sure!” Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, “Joe, do you want a donut?”
Joe said, “Yes.”
Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship. The professor asked, “Scott do you want a donut?”
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, “Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?”
Scott said, “HEY! I said I didn't want one!”
Dr. Christianson said, “Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it.” And he put a donut on Scott's desk.
By this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow.
Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, “Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?”
Steve did ten. Jenny got a donut.
By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say, “No!” and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.
Steve had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push-ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.
Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.
Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.
Steve asked Dr. Christianson, “Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?”
Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, “Well, they're your push-ups. You can do them any way that you want.” And Dr. Christianson went on.
Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, “No, let him come.”
Dr. Christianson said, “You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten push-ups for him?”
Steve said, “Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut.”
Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. “Yes,” he said, “give me a donut.”
“Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?”
Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down. Dr Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing. There was not a dry eye in the room.
The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, “Linda, do you want a doughnut?”
Linda said, very sadly, “No, thank you.”
Professor Christianson quietly asked, “Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?”
Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.
Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan and said, “'Susan, do you want a donut?”
Dr Christianson, with tears of his own, said, “No, Steve has to do it alone. I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push-ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.”
“Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?”
As Steve very slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.
Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. “Well done, good and faithful servant,” said the professor, adding, “Not all sermons are preached in words.”
Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The Beginning of Anticipation

Welcome, dear Friends and Neighbors,
It was an old tradition in my family while I was growing up to comemorate the four Sundays leading up to Christmas. This old tradition is often known as Advent and has everything to do with preparing hearts and minds for not just the celebration of Christ's First Coming, but also anticipates the Lord's Second Coming. We had an Advent Wreath, which is a centerpiece containing 5 candles. On each Sunday leading up to Christmas, we'd light a new candle and read from the Bible. That accounts for 4 candles, the fifth is lit on Christmas Eve.
Each candle symbolizes something different. For instance, the first candle is called the Prophets Candle and represents Hope, the hope that Christ would come to fulfill the ancient prophecies. The second candle is called the Bethlehem Candle and honors the place prepared for Christ's birth. The third or Shepherd's Candle represents the humble in heart who would receive Him. The Fourth candle is the Angels Candle, symbolizing the angels who proclaimed Christ's birth. The fifth and final candle, often located in the middle of the wreath, is lit on Christmas Eve to celebrate Christ's birth. What I love most about the wreath is that on each succeeding Sunday, as more candles are lit, the wreath gives off greater and greater light until the night we celebrate the birth of the true Light of the World.
There are many Christmas traditions throughout the world. I am sure we all have many different ways of celebrating, depending on our heritage and spiritual believes. I am especially drawn to those that celebrate the true meaning of Christmas, our Savior.
In honor of the first Sunday of Advent today, I am sharing a Christmas story which reflects the meaning of the first candle - HOPE.
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Hope in a Box
An inexplicable reminder of God's love helped me face my first Christmas without my parents...
By Melissa Anderson, White Bear Lake, Minnesota (Printed in Guideposts Magazine)
The large cardboard box sat on the floor, untouched. It was the day after Thanksgiving, when I usually decorate the house for Christmas, but I wasn’t in the holiday spirit. It would be my first Christmas without Mom. She passed away a few months earlier after a long battle with breast cancer. And my beloved stepfather died just two years before her. Losing them both was harder than anything I’d ever gone through. Opening that box—filled with their favorite holiday decorations—would be another reminder that they were no longer with me.
The Nativity! I’ll start with that, I thought, pulling it down from the attic. The porcelain Hummel Nativity scene, a gift from my brother-in-law and his wife, was my favorite decoration. Each year they gave my husband, Peter, and I a new piece until the set was complete. There were stately wise men, shepherds, Mary, Joseph and a sleeping baby Jesus along with a donkey, cow and baby lamb. Maybe it sounds strange, but I’d always felt like it was missing something, I just couldn’t imagine what.
An hour later, I’d covered the tree in lights and tinsel, framed the doors in garland, and hung the stockings. I guess I can’t put this off much longer, I thought, opening the box of Mom and Dad’s decorations.Inside lay homemade and hand-blown glass ornaments, wooden toy soldiers—dozens of decorations from my childhood, each one a memory of happier times. Oh, how I missed my parents! Lord, help me to know they are still with me.
After I’d finished decorating, I reached back inside the box to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. What’s that? I thought, feeling another, smaller, box way down at the bottom. I pulled it out, opened the top and unfolded the faded yellow tissue paper. There, in the palm of my hand, sat two porcelain angels I’d never seen before. Hummel figurines meant to go with a set. I put the angels in the Nativity scene. Now it was complete. The angels were a perfect match, and a heaven-sent gift from Mom and Dad.
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(For more inspiring stories, please visit Guideposts)
Have a lovely Sabbath!
Elizabeth
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Voyage

—William Shedd
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Simple Woman's Daybook and Inspiring Link
I am thinking... about Christ's sacrifice and what it means to me.
From the learning rooms... Our house is (hopefully) a learning house and we are study New Testament scriptures and the Civil War.
I am thankful for... answers to recent fervent prayers and a warm home while it is wet and drizzly outside.
From the kitchen... My sink is calling me to clean the dishes.
I am wearing... My jeans and a warm sweater.
I am reading... The Civil War in North Carolina and the Gospel of John.
I am hoping... Everyone recovers quickly from illness and that I do not get sick again.
I am creating...a more organized home and Springtime decorations.
I am praying... For the Lord's promises to be made manifest in my life.
Around the house... It is quiet, with the children sick in their rooms. Hubby is on a business call and I feel like turning on classical music.
One of my favorite things... A brisk walk on a beautiful, sunny, Springtime morning.
A few plans for the rest of the week...Get my house back into order. Complete my Spring decorations. Get back into walking for exercise. Do some baking.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...(see above)
Ugh, my pictures won't work again!
Here is a wonderful video to uplift and inspire you today! Please click HERE and enjoy!
Love, Elizabeth
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
A Beautiful Hymn
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knewHave a wonderful day!
he moved my soul to seek him, seeking me;
it was not I that found, O Savior true;
no, I was found of thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea;
'twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
as thou, dear Lord, on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but oh, the whole
of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee;
for thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
always thou lovedst me.
Love,
Elizabeth