Mother’s Day

As seen through the back door

As seen through the back door

On Sunday noon, yesterday, 12 of us gathered around Rachel’s table. She is my daugher but we honored her as the mother and grandmother of the clan.  The men did most of the cooking and other kitchen work.  Her eldest son Dan supplied the barbecued ribs.  Everything was delicious.  Eldon brought home a hanging basket of red  petunias to satisfy Rachel’s yearning for the beautiful.

Sam's poem book

Sam’s poem book

Rachel’s granddaughter, Samantha, had a unique gift for her.  It was a poem book in which she had written in her own hand some of her own original poems.  She is eleven years old. The book was a school project.

Rachel's book

Rachel’s book

Dan and Angela had another special gift for Rachel.  It was a book by Susan Branch that invited a grandma to tell her story.  It is composed of blank pages on which Rachel  can respond to questions about the events of her life journey. 

I have seen other such books, but I think this one is the best of them all.  After Rachel examined it she said, “I wish I had given one of these books to my mother.” 

(My “Joy” has allowed me to see and read a book of her life which she has written for each of her children. I did not tell you in the “I Like Her,” blog that she is a ten-year breast-cancer survivor. She told me that each added day of life is important to her, and laughs when she tells me she never thought she would have a friend who had once been a bishop.)

Phil called his mother from Colorado and Belinda called her from Tennesee.  We talked by skype with Kenson and Hanna from Haiti.

The day was special for another reason.  We wore black because it was Conrad’s 50th birthday.  I wore a red tie to tell him that it wasn’t all that bad.  My contribution to the  occasion was a “tres leche” birthday cake, Mexican style. The sales person advised me that it would be a bit “soggy” because it was made of three kinds of milk.  We ate till it was all gone.

Last evening “Joy” and I concluded Mother’s Day by going to the St. Vincent Catholic Church, Elkhart, for A Mother’s Day Concert by the St. Joseph Valley Camerata, Scott Hochstetler, Music Director. Scott is “Joy’s” nephew.  The program was called “Comforting Embrace.”  I met Gerald Shank, Sara Wenger, and Sharon Kniss, each of whom I had long ago memories.

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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2 Responses to Mother’s Day

  1. Mark A Layman says:

    Dear Friend Martin. I am 87 and my wife went to be with the Lord Sept 2012.
    I have a son living in Goshen, Don Layman he is with Missions to unreached People.
    I am not an ordained Minister, however I have sereived the Mennonite church. I am not with the Mennonite church any longer. as I believe very much in Prophecy and that we are living in the end time of this AGE and I love the Jewish people and every thing that is taking place, is centered around GOD’S covet people. Mark A Layman

    • You may know that I am also 87 years old and lost my wife a year and half ago. At a memorial service a minister who a was widower who suddenly lost his wife several more years ago whispered in my ear that I must “reinvent myself.” The website is a part of that reinvention. Are your roots in Virginia? I have the bood, “Martin A Lahman Family History written my Mildred Brunk Kraus and Harry L. Kraus Sr. Mildred and Harry were school mates of mine at Eastern Mennonite School. I think I found you on page 121. So pleased to have you for a friend.

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