A Faithful Hand: Memories

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Memories

Florence and her beloved dog Buddy,
circa 1930.

Many the memories
I've stored away
Of friends and places
For a rainy day.

Pictures I've taken
Letters I've saved;
Scrapbooks are filled;
With paste I've slaved.

I'll never regret
The time I spent
Storing up memories
Wherever we went.

And some day I know,
When we're too old to roam
We can live all over
While sitting at home.

~Pauline Mulford

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Welcome to a Faithful Hand. When my Great-Aunt Florence Loretta Hall passed away 20 years ago, I received her rather old and shabby journal. For most of her life, Florence kept this little bound journal that she packed full with inspirational quotes and stories she had gathered over the years. These little nuggets are torn from magazines, cut out of church bulletins, and written in longhand.

Florence was born in 1900 in New York City. She was quite an inspirational person, and lived quite an interesting life. She
loved to travel, whether it meant taking a ship bound for Cairo or walking down the street to the new restaurant on the corner. For Florence, life was an adventure, and she was always ready to open that new door. And yet, her little journal is filled mostly with rather homey, faith-based homilies related to living a simple and spiritual life. As I said, she was a fascinating lady.

Hopefully you will find something that touches your soul, just as Florence filled her journal with writing that touched her. She would be happy to know her collection has gone on to inspire others in some small way.

The title of this blog, A Faithful Hand, is taken from a clipped poem by M.M. Craik that Florence had tucked into the very front of the journal. I like to think it was her favorite.