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Monday, July 20, 2009

Heaven is Never Having to Say Goodbye!

A whirlwind three day reunion began with many shouts of welcome and joy as more than one hundred people gathered at Tabor College, Hillsboro, Kansas.

Being at the reunion I saw many familiar faces and relearned the unique-ness of our Loewen Family History. (More)

What makes up the Loewen Family's uniqueness? I am the 4th generation member of this family and yet the fellowship and the familiar makes it a special time. As I drove across bit of Arkansas and Missouri, heading into Kansas, I wondered how many more years God will allow me to travel there. I remembered one of the Loewen twins, 3rd generation in 2007, saying, "I am not sure my twin sister can come if we wait three years for another reunion." This year, the twins were not able to travel - I missed them this year.

The original family consisted of Jacob and Justina (Leppke) Loewen and their children - Anna, Katherina, Jacob, Henry, Justina, John, Abraham, Peter, Marie, Cornelius, Herbert, Elixabeth, Daniel and Solomon. Needless to say, when these children married, 60 grandchildren - cousins appeared. Cousins and their children scattered to more than fourteen states. Jacob and Justina traveled here from Russia in the 1800's, adopting this country as their own.

What brought everyone together for a short time? Why is this reunion such a blessing to all of us? For me, I see the golden thread of faith in Jesus Christ that is woven into our lives. No matter what life brings us, that faith holds us up and together as a family.

Sitting in the Tabor College Dining Room listening to the singing of the family song, "Great is Thy Faithfulness" and hearing many times the scripture, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." Hebrews 12:1.

(Picture of the auctioned home crafted items.)
The memories are the ties of family that bring us together. A sense of belonging. A time of remembering what has been, common experiences through the early years and these memories are sweet for they fill each person there with the need to share our faith and our sense of belonging to not only our family - but our spiritual family world-wide.

Even as the family met to remember, Aunt Irene Seibel turned us to the future in her devotion. We have a foundation to build on and a future to live. And that foundation is our faith in Jesus Christ. No matter how burdened we become in this life, we have the promise of eternal life if we only believe in our Lord. This faith and promise gives us contentment that governments, threats, illness or even deaths cannot erase.

Sunday morning it was time to say goodbye... leaving many unsaid words, many hugs not's so difficult to say goodbye. (Picture - The volunteer Loewen Men's Chorus sang several songs in harmony.) The older family members, like my Uncle Eli, 92 years young, wonder if they will attend the 2011 Reunion. The final songs led by Arlin Penner were Blessed Be the Tie That Binds and God Be With You Til We Meet Again.

As the words of those songs died away, a lump came into my throat as I remembered my Uncle Eli saying, "The next reunion is in two years, I might not be here, but don't feel sorry for me, I will be in a better place."

When I meet someone who is family, I see unique individuals that I desire to know more deeply. Their traits - personality - and the essence of their being is familiar and I feel right at home with them. That is extended family and what I treasure.

When we get to Heaven, our family will include everyone who has professed Jesus as their Lord from every era and every race. They will have familiar traits and I will feel right at home with them. A loving family that worships Jesus is practice for a family reunion in Heaven.

Heaven is never having to say goodbye....our reunion in Heaven will include many more cousins and sisters and brothers than those in the Loewen family. And we will give praise to our Lord and Savior! An eternity and forever - a spiritual family reunion!

These words from Psalm 16:6 were repeated many times in the devotions given at each meal along with hymns sung.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.” Psalm 16:6

Yes, we had to say goodbye on earth, separated by distance, physical infirmities and/or death and the truth comes:
Heaven is never having to say goodbye...


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A Musical Interlude

The Light House Men's Quartet - Loewen cousins - entertained us at the Loewen reunion as did the volunteer Men's Chorus of gentle musical tones. Their close harmony created an aura that enveloped us all in memories of Great Grandpa Jacob and Justina Leppke Loewen and their faith.

Jacob Loewen, as a youth, was a quick learner, quickly learning in the educational system in Russia. His drive, application and ability often moved him ahead of much older boys and girls in the one-room school of 160 students. When he was 12 years old (1867), the family moved to Friedensfeld where he continued schooling and activities common to young people of the soil. The Friedensfeld school was known for its superior curriculum in music from which Jacob benefited. He learned to read Ziffern (pictured), numbers instead of notes, in the music score. This is the same system he used in directing the church church choir in America. When Jacob played the reed organ, in 1941, and sang, "What a Friend We have in Jesus", did he know that day God was calling him home?

Music was another church ministry close to Jacob's heart. He was one of the first choir directors in the newly organized church. He had a strong tenor voice. In later years he sang in the Silberchoir (older men from the Hillsboro M.B. church). Jacob learned to play the reed organ and during his retirement days he accompanied himself on the organ. He knew many of the old German chorales and Gospel hymns from memory. He most likely sang Grosser Gott, Wir Loben Dich, Herr, wir preisen deine Starke (Holy God, we praise Thy name; Lord of all, we bow before Thee). Did he give praise for God's leading and faithfulness through the journey of his life from Russia to America?

Is it any wonder that when Arlin Penner leads us in the family song, "Great is Thy Faithfulness", accompanied by the talented keyboardist, Carla Jean Koslowsky, we join in and can hear our ancestors praising our Lord.

The rhythm and flow of life revolved through the family who tilled the soil. In this day of cities and many 'indoor' activities, we have lost the wonder of weather watching without the benefit of electronic devices. We have lost the wonder of watching trees sway in the wind and ripe waves of golden grain awaiting harvest in the fields. We no longer know the long two mile walk to church as the shadows creep across the road. We no longer lean out of our bedroom windows, like my Mom did, finding her very own star to talk to. We no longer know the joy of making our own music rather listening to an ever increasing flow of CD's or iPods.

Caring for the family by the sweat of the brow and loving God foremost creates a rhythm all its own.
Stay calm; mind your own business; do your own job. You've heard all this from us before, but a reminder never hurts. We want you living in a way that will command the respect of outsiders, not lying around sponging off your friends. I Thessalonians 4:11-12
The activities of the reunion reflected the reprise of the lives of Jacob & Justina Loewen.
  • Praise and worship, reading God's Word at each meal. Music is an integral part of our heritage - and apparent through the trio, the volunteer men's chorus, three sisters of the 6th generation playing during the last noon meal.
  • Appreciation of beauty is an underlining melody of the Loewen family with the craft project (picture decoration), the incredible needlework of the Loewen Sisters (CA) and the quilts made by other members of the Loewen family, the hand made Bengstai (little bench). The latter two were two items of the Loewen Auction, conducted by Clint Seibel with much laughter. The one item that caught my eye, which brought $200, was the hand made knitted shawl made by Justina Loewen.
  • Another activity was teaching the art of zweiback backing by Pam Voth. A group of ladies enjoyed watching and learning how to make the two story rolls, a heritage. This is the delicate bread I remember my Grandmother Suderman baking when I was a girl. Rugga Brot (dark bread) was a part of all meals in Russia. Before coming to this country, red winter wheat seeds were spread on the table, and gallons of the seeds were brought in trunks to this country. A cousin, Esther Loewen Vogt, immortalized the red winter wheat in her book for children Turkey Red.
  • Tabor College has an incredible collection of Mennonite artifacts in the CMBS Center for Mennonite Brethern Studies. Peggy Goertzen gave us information by pointing artifacts in the room that highlighted the enormous undertaking of Jacob & Justina (Leppke) Loewen in coming to United States from the area of Ukraine in Russia in the 1800's.
  • A visit to the adobe house, made of 5,000 to 6,000 adobe bricks made of grass and sticks, individually. The house held many historical artifacts - including an ironing machine roller that incorporated the use of rocks to weight the rollers. A homemade cradle, donated by a Loewen family member, was in one bedroom, and the bed that doubles as a sitting bench.
    We saw a huge wooden trunk in which were packed all that was allowed for each family as they came to America to begin a new life. The 18 foot bricks built the huge oven in the center of the house that heated 4 or 5 rooms of the house. Above the oven was a space where the smoke could escape, where the curing hams were hung.
  • The children enjoyed swimming bring to mind that Jacob Loewen enjoyed swimming and fishing in the Dneiper River in Russia. Jacob built a pond close to his house, that was filled by a running windmill. The cold water running through the milkhouse kept the milk, crea and butter chilled. It measured 32 by 100 feet, boxed in on the sides with planks. The depths were 7 to 8 feet deep where Jacob raised German carp, a swimming pool and an excellent skating rink in the winter.
  • Karen Suderman Penner, a member of GRHS, presented pictures and descriptions of the places in the Ukraine where Jacob lived during his young life. Some of the fields were reminiscent of the farmland near Hillsboro. One house intrigued me - for it was built by a Loewen many years ago and is still inhabited.
Esther Loewen Vogt wrote of her grandparents, "Look what Grandpa and Grandma started!"
This year again, we made plans for another Loewen reunion at Tabor College in 2011. Again we think about our goodly heritage that has as its theme - faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.

for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is His Name. His mercy extends to those who fear Him, from generation to generation. Luke 1:49-50

Is the Coda of the Loewen Reunion about to be played? Or will we go to the Repeat Sign....enjoying the Loewen Interlude in 2011 from generation to generation? A time when we remember once again the strength of the influence of family in our lives? When we give Praise and Adoration to our Lord for each blessing, each new baby, and yes, for the trials, too. For each trial strengthens our faith and our promise for the greatest Reunion yet to come when we are united with many faithful families from many ages from many parts of our world.


Celebration of life and good times ...Memories of childhood and adult rhymes ....Family and friends of he past and present.... Talents and skills of vast descent.... Celebration of gratitude .....Food to feed the multitude Zwiback, cheese, meat and fruit..... Faspa and fellowship, our palates suit..... Celebration praise and worship to God... For the heritage of those who tilled the sod.... For family who prayed and toiled so hard.... For His love and shield is our guard.
Carla Koslowsky, 4th Generation, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

What's In a Name?

Recently I received an email from our granddaughter who has enjoyed marriage for a year. She went on to say how much she enjoyed being Anna Michelle. The name Anna made her feel as if she belonged...a treasured belonging. She also continued to say that she has chosen names for twins that she expects to have in four or five years (plans ahead).....Anna Gabriel and Xander (short for Alexander) Michael. She wants to continue the tradition of Anna that continues from Anna Loewen Suderman to Anna Daisy Suderman Siemens, my shortened name of Emily Ann Siemens Combs to Anna Kathleen Combs Payne to Anna Michelle Payne LaMar.

My Mother wrote devotions/sermons for a year as her daily time with the Lord. One devotion was called, "What's in a Name?" In this devotion she chooses three points....a Name for Identity....Name for Entity...and Name for Eternity.

"God must have thought names were important, as He gave Adam the task of naming all God's created animals in the Garden of Eden. God wants us to recognize his Name with honor. Psalm 91:14- "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."

Even the stars of heaven were named by their creator! Psalm 147:3-5 - He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.
A Name For Identity
Names are important. Ask a teacher in a classroom how important names are. Names give dignity and using names gives importance to the child when praising him and useful in calling his attention to misbehavior. How do we remember names? Today it is difficult to know how to spell a name. I have seen Kate - Cate -Cait. There is a way to remember a name - and that is through who the person is in terms of his character and behavior.

When John was born to Zachariah and Elizabeth, the relatives and neighbors knew this child would be called after his father. Elizabeth said, "No, He is to be named John" The people would not believe her, so the mad signs to the father to write the baby's name. though unbelief, he had been stricken dumb. To every one's astonishment he wrote, "His name is John." It was a God-given name even before the child's conception. John the Baptist carried his name with honor by doing God's will in his short earthly life."

God changed the names of men when their lives changed. When God called a childless Abram from the Ur of the Chaldees to become the father of many nations, He said, "You no longer will be called Abram, your name will be called Abraham". Genesis 17:5

Jacob's name was changed from Jacob to Israel when he struggled with an angel all ight and overcame him. Genesis 32:28.

In the New Testament, Saul the persecutor, became Paul the zealous missionary for Christ. Should we change our names when we earnestly become followers of Christ? If so, to what? A good Bible name? And what does the name mean? Many websites give browsing opportunities to find the perfect name for the new parents-to-be.

God deals with each of us individually and he calls us by name. When a country's people lose their identities and individuals do not count, most likely God is not recognized either. For each person is important in God's sight. I love the lyrics of the song that contain, “Who am I, You are mindful of me? That You hear me when I call, Is it true You are thinking of me, How You love me, it’s amazing. I am a friend of God….He calls me friend.

I'll never read my name in print As one who did great things, Though earthly honors pass me by My full heart speeds on wings For the good Lord knows my name!

A Name For Entitya name with distinct and independent existence
Our lives and our character determine the taste of our names in a someone's mouth. It is like a brand name or a label that ensures a good product to the consumer. It determines how people react when they hear our name – with a smile, a shudder or complete indifference.

A young teacher needed a car to drive to school. He told the banker, "My Dad will be glad to sign the note for a loan." "And who is your father?" the banker asked. When he heard the name, he said, "Son, any son of J. B. does not need a co-signer at our bank." The father had established a name of honesty and integrity in the community - a name of honor.

Solomon said, "A good name is rather to be chosen that great riches." Proverbs 22:1

God recognizes a man with a good name and He uses them in designated tasks throughout the history of mankind.

* Exodus 33:12-13 - Moses said to the LORD, "You have been telling me, 'Lead these people,' but you have not let me know whom you will send with me. You have said, 'I know you by name and you have found favor with me.' If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you. Remember that this nation is your people."
* Isaiah 44:28 - who says of Cyrus, 'He is my shepherd and will accomplish all that I please; he will say of Jerusalem, "Let it be rebuilt," and of the temple, "Let its foundations be laid." ' God saw the character of principles of the man names Cyrus a hundred years before his time. When Cyrus read his own name in the Jewish scrolls he was pleased to obey God in sending the Jews back to Jerusalem from Babylon.

What does my name, your name, convey to friends, neighbors and church family? How can we be a witness for Him when our name conjures a sour taste in their mouths. Can He say to us, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!' Matthew 25:23

A Name for Eternity

We are so bound by the physical boundaries of time and distance that we often forget about the immensity and ramifications of the eternal. Our names are for an eternity. Our names are not discarded as our physical body is discarded at death to be heard never more.

No, Daniel 12:1b-2a tells us differently - But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered. Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life. This passage continues.....2b - 3.....others to shame and everlasting contempt. Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.

We will not be strangers in Heaven when we are registered in the Book of Life. Even the angels rejoice as we become "sons of God" here on earth. The Family of God is composed of all the brothers and sisters in Christ who have ever lived. Heaven is home and our Father in Heaven is looking for His children's arrival.

When we journey to Hillsboro for a Loewen Reunion, we are drawn by family ties and love. We know that we belong to this family and we will be welcomed - no matter the many scars that we bear in arriving to this point. The journey, though a hardship - financial or physical, makes coming a special quest.

The same is true of our journey to our Heavenly Home. When I hear someone in the hospital plead to go home and know that there is no way that they will return to their earthly home, I weep. For they are not thinking of the glory and beauty of being ‘at home’ with Jesus. As time passes we long to be ‘at home’ with Jesus and with the great cloud of witnesses – our family – who await us.

Mother wrote An Epistle of Gratitude To Our Grandparents, Jacob and Justina Loewen in the beginning of Uncle Solomon Loewen's book, History and Genealogy of the Jacob Loewen Family.
WE THANK YOU for your faith in God - a faith you lived each day of your lives; not did your deeds ever belie your words. You shared your faith with us in many ways.

WE THANK YOU for showing us how to "seek first" the things of God. From your comfortable homes in Russia, you braved a long and hazardous journey to an unknown land where you could worship God according to His Word.

WE THANK YOU for your example in all your labors of tilling the soil to earn bread with all honesty Without avarice or dishonest practices, your diligence fed our brood and others.

WE THANK YOU for your avocation of helping others throughout your life. You were God's hands and feet in alleviating pain, always ready to set "another plate" before strangers without fear or malice. God blessed you richly for it.

WE THANK YOU for the love you gave us. You looked on us all as precious gifts from the Lord. That love still runs through us as brooklets of blessings. May it run to future generations.

WE THANK YOU for your hunger and thirst to learn newer and better ways of accomplishments. You grafted trees and raised God's creatures - from sheep to honey bees, from ponies to peacocks - on your farm. You bought an early "Ford" and dared many things to delight the hearts of your grandchildren. You were pioneers to blaze a trail for us to follow, even in today's space age.

WE THANK YOU Grandpa and Grandma! You taught us to love and live God's Word. With David we, too, can say, "The Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; indeed my heritage is beautiful to me: (Psalm 16:6) May your presence in the "cloud of witnesses" shade us from the harshness of life as we seek to walk more perfectly in the Lord.
In love and deepest gratitude,
All your grandchildren, great grandchildren and beyond....
Anna Daisy Siemens

Family Note: The surname of LOEWEN was a German nickname for a brave or regal person, and was originally derived from the German word 'lowe' meaning lion.


Saturday, July 04, 2009


Separation. Such an interesting word. Synonyms are difference, gulf, chasm or a dividing line. In this day of politically correct inclusiveness, these separation synonyms roll over us. As I consider the word separation, I remember some of my earlier experiences with separation.

The earliest memory was the potato harvest. Since Mom and Dad always had a garden, owned a cow and chickens - we lived on a mini-farm in the middle of our town. Even in the midst of the devastating results of rationing of butter and eggs and meet of World War II, we were blessed with milk that had to have the cream separated from the milk, the chickens were separated by a fence to keep out marauding animals.

But the day came when I was about 8 or 9 years old when I learned the burden of separation. This was the year when we had an abundance of potatoes. Mom led me outside in the backyard, motioned toward the mountain of potatoes under the huge elm tree, "Suzie, I want you to sort the potatoes." Immediately I could see that decision-making, and the enormity of the job was a crushing task. I asked, "How do you want me to sort them?" Mother's reply didn't help -- "the large from the small". I gazed again at that pile of potatoes that seemed to grow even larger. I felt just like I did in school when the teacher assigned a page of 50 problems. Overwhelmed. Then as I considered the task before me, I wondered -- how big is big, and how little is little, and what about the in-between sized potatoes? Somehow I finished the task, and Mom was merciful when she saw the sorting result. I felt 'decisioned-out'.

When I was sixteen years old, we moved 50 miles north from Clinton. I left my best friend Gladys Barrett, our church home, and all the other 'home' places. And all my friends. After a month or so, after cajoling our parents to go back to Clinton, I found Clinton to be the strange place....not Watonga. On the way home we assured our parents that we were strangers in Clinton now and we didn't need to go back. Separation meant new beginnings, new friends and new 'home' places.

When it came time to go to college, I embraced being grown up, leaving home and living in a new environment. I was not to come home by bus (no cars in those days for graduation presents) for six weeks. On the 5th week, all I could think about was home and all it meant. Tears came, my stomach was tied into knots, twisting with emotion. I remember the call home on the pay phone in the dorm. I stood there and heard Mom's voice and my tears flowed freely. She stayed firm, "Only two more weeks, Suzie, just two more weeks. You can do it." I am thankful for her strength, even today. For I learned that nothing on this earth is forever, and I found that I could keep home in my heart and soon I was able to go several months without visiting home.

When I was 19, I traveled to a summer camp to work in the kitchen, near Cedar Lake, IL. I made a few mistakes, like forgetting to call the punch that I served at lunch, punch, or juice. Instead I used the kitchen's term as I sweetly asked a man dressed in immaculate apparel, "Would you care for more bug juice?"

But the separation that I understood, but obviously my friend didn't. The Cook motioned toward a dozen of eggs and asked my friend to separate them. She looked puzzled as I went to do another task, coming back to witness the result of the 'separation' - on the counter were two groups of eggs - six in one group and six in another group. The Cook's face, as she came back to witness the 'separation' was priceless and speechless. I thought about the many ways my friend might have separated the eggs - by color, by the bumps, by large/small, besides separating the egg whites from the yokes.

Separation can be emotional, spiritual, physical or mental. Our philosophical son, Paul, wrote us after he left home - being on your own is: "being on your own is looking at four walls...and wondering what is going on at home."

As I searched the scripture, I saw that God deals in separation in the creation. For example:
God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. Genesis 1:4

Man can choose to separate himself from others and from God. This is a decision-making process and we are free to choose. But the consequences are often separation from those we love that causes a chasm, a gulf and a dividing line.
  • A perverse man stirs up dissension, and a gossip separates close friends. Proverbs 16:28
  • He who covers over an offense promotes love, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends. Proverbs 17:9
  • But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear. Isaiah 59:2
When a family separates, whether it is a new marriage, divorce, travel, service in a war, or in death, there is a sorrow and pain. The homesickness, the twisting of the stomach and the mind begins for what 'was'. Today we have the miracle of internet to not having to say goodbye. Before, in the early 19th century and earlier, a good bye could be forever. Those who emigrated to this country, or those who 'went west' and waited for the pony express to deliver a message experienced uncertainty about their loved ones. Instant internet knowledge takes away our ability to exercise faith in Christ and trust while on our knees praying for them.

After death do we ever meet again? Is this death a final separation? No!
Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:39.

How can we be sure that we will not be separated from our Lord, even in death?
  • And you also were included in Christ when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation. Having believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit. Ephesians 1:13
When? No man knows the day and the hour, but we are to watch and pray, being faithful, trusting and give thanks in all things.
  • The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. II Peter 3:9
Separation can cross generations. A grandparent's love for his grandchildren crosses time and generations. Even when the grandchildren don't realize the depth of love, it is there. When Grandpa Rufus Edgar Combs died, our son Paul wrote about his Grandpa. Although Grandpa's eyes could hardly see who was at the door, Paul, his wife and baby daughter, Sarah, were invited in for a visit quickly when Paul let him know who he was. That visit erased the sting of separation he had always felt from the man who had difficulty in expressing love.
Although Pappy argued that we should spend the night, I explained to him that I had to be at work the next day, bright and early. "Well, okay." He said with a bit of sadness in his voice. "Just remember you’re always welcome. And you can always call, or write. I always want to hear from you. I’m always interested in you. You know that, don’t you?" "Yes." I said. I reached out and shook his wrinkled hand. He gave a firm handshake that spoke of a love that I had never realized was there before. I felt emotion rising in my throat, and my face felt flushed. It was hard to leave. "You take care of that baby, now. You hear?" He said as we walked out the door. My heart was light and I felt like I had make a new friend. We wrote a few letters, back and forth after that. Then I didn’t hear from him. He wasn’t feeling very good. It was just a year and half later I was living in northern Minnesota when my Dad called. "I have some bad news," he said. I knew what he meant before he said it. "Pappy’s passed away." I thought of him standing at the door, not really seeing me wave goodbye to him. But he waved at me as I drove away. Now he was gone. A few weeks later, I received a message from Pappy. He had typed it out on his typewriter to be sent to all his grandchildren after he died. To all my Grand Children, Grandpa is not here anymore, he has gone across to that Golden Shore to be with Christ forever more. God has promised and I know it is true, that he will make all things new. A Children's Home it will include, where you may come, and not intrude. My Eyes and Ears can see, and hear, and never fail, throughout the year. A perfect home where all may come, a home up there for every one, to last through all eternity. If along life's way, you are doing good, and loving people like you should You will reach that Goal, and hear that word, Well Done. Of this Ditty you may make, and let whoever will partake. The date of this is some time in the future, but some time in the future, I won't be able to write. Today is September 11, 1974
To read all of Paul's tribute to his grandfather go to: