I sat on these church benches with my grandmother ‘Esther’ over sixty years ago. I don’t even know the exact age of this bench. It holds a very special place on my porch today as a reminder of her love. I would stand behind her rocking chair and comb her gray hair as she talked. She was a woman of more smiles than words, but when we were alone she would talk. The only things of God that I remember in her words were ‘they will try to put a mark on you one day, don’t take it’. The things I remember in her actions are so many. A few are – don’t have any idols in your life but God, if it is wrong don’t do it, and keep a respectful tongue around the children (her words to my grandfather). The planter was my oldest aunt’s. She took after my grandmother as far as more smiles than words. God bless the nurturing spirit.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.