I want you to meet my Mom, Anna Daisy Suderman! Anna Daisy was born in 1907, on a farm in mid-Kansas. She grew up learning to plow, plant a garden, can food, sew clothes, play the piano, and became an excellent cook. She married my Dad, Herman Siemens, in 1928. They taught in a one-room school in Oklahoma for a year.
Dad and Mom made it through the Depression with sheer determination and creativity. They raised three children, born in 1929, 1930, and 1932. Dad delivered mail, raised a garden, raised chickens, and milked our one cow. We lived in town, yet they were still farmers at heart. Mom sewed for her family and others. She grew flowers to take to the old people, even after she was eighty years old.
I don’t know remember when Mom began her love affair with words. She enjoyed cross word puzzles and learning new words. This book of poems, Life: Full Measure…Running Over is the last book she wrote, before her death in 1998.
My Basket Overflows
I want to dine on simple wholesome fare;
All my open lines to God are trust and prayer;
I like to run on blooming April daisy slopes
And walk through gloomy vales with heavenly hopes.
I need a challenge of wide-open doors.
The soberness of tackling mundane chores;
Display my creation master’s brilliant art
And retain a copy for my homesick heart.
Each time I thank the Lord for lessons learned
I find a sparkling gem I never earned;
This simple life is such a lovely thing,
I can only praise the Lord and sing.
The first poem tells about the life and faith of Anna Daisy. The book of poems reflects almost ninety-two years of her walk with the Lord. Mother poured out her life, giving and serving. God gifted her with many ways to share His love – from raising her family to giving of what she had to others.
As a young woman, she plowed the fields where wheat would be planted and harvested. She baked bread, beginning with grinding whole kernels of wheat. She kneaded loaf after loaf of bread. The tantalizing aroma of baking bread often filled her kitchen. While she kneaded, verses of scripture flowed through her mind and into her heart, Mom desired open lines of prayer to God and trusted God and His word, above all.
Her God-given energy and delight in life tells the way Grandma Daisy faced each day. I have often seen her through the years skip in joy in what the Lord has done. When she could no longer physically proclaim praise – she gave voice to the chorus, Doxology. No matter the hard times and losses she faced, she breathed in heavenly hopes. Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.
Grandma Daisy always rose to the challenge of the day. Whether she tried a new quilt pattern, squeezing the juice from sugar cane stalks through the wring of her Maytag washer, or building a stage-prop airplane for a play my brother was in, learning a new song on the piano, or helping me write a musical play for my elementary students to perform.
She taught her grandchildren how to cope with mundane cleaning, always a present need, by setting and racing with the stove ‘dinger’. The mundane parts of our lives didn’t keep her from enjoying our Father God’s creation.
One sunset eve, on the back porch, Mom and I watched for the Evening Star – Mom’s star. As a girl, Mom watched for the star and told her secrets and joys. She constantly felt the pull of Heaven and always retained a memory-copies of each view of His Creation in her homesick heart.
Grandma Daisy saw life’s hardships as her book of God’s Lessons. These hardships were learning more about God’s great love. She always found a glorious gem of truth she treasured. No matter how difficult the lessons, she still sang and praised the Lord.
What do I remember most about my Mom? I remember her enthusiasm for each day. One day she confided she viewed each day as a beautiful gift from God for her delight!
He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him. Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods. Psalm 40:3-4.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created. James 1:17-18.
I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High. Psalm 9:1-2.