1853- Mother dies at 84 years old

After growing strong and tall, branching out and bearing much fruit of her own, including me, living 84 beautiful, harmonious years, she is gone. At rest is her soul in the clouds of the sky with father, Ellen, and Waldo. Her life leaves behind a trail, each step along the way leaves imprints in the lives and hearts of so many, especially mine. I listen to the pitter-patter of the creek below and am reminded of the sound of her foot steps through the kitchen, working so hard and long to feed the family. My mother has not left, rather become one with the forest. One with all of nature, and it's surroundings. One with her ture love, one with the creator himself.