Yesterday I attended a funeral in Venedy for a lovely woman who lived to the age of 102. She and her sister and brother lived directly across the street from us when Dale was the Pastor in that town. Frances was the last of that family's line, a family who literally grabbed our children and took them as their own as they did the children of the pastor who preceded us.
There is Frances one Christmas Eve with Lizzie as a toddler.
Although she and her sister moved to a retirement setting some years ago, their home still looks so very nice and inviting.
But across the street the parsonage is no more, taken down and replaced with a much needed and fantastic fellowship hall.
Warm memories of Frances and her brother and sister. And Venedy.