Jewells of Thought

Even twenty-plus years after Grandpa Arla’s death his name was mentioned over and over again this past week. It was surreal and so nice to talk to others who remembered my Great-Grandpa Arla and Grandma Doris as well of course Uncle Bobby. Meeting people who had their own stories to tell was the blessing of this sale for me.

All of us worked hard before the sale and during the three days of the sale. We worked individually and collectively towards the betterment of the sale, the customers and ourselves. All of us have had jobs working in the public with banking or customer service which was a big benefit. It is an absolute essential necessity to have more than one cashier for break times.

After we sold one of our wall pictures I was able to make room for a photo. Those who knew them found the photo in the corner of the room on the floor, so I moved it, Annette, my cousin also gave me the idea to put a photo of our Grandparents on display as well.

It was by their example that Grandma saw firsthand growing up. Then by marriage Grandpa also learned by their and by extension we all have grown up from the stories of Grandpa Arla. These memories are so special because they show us how incredibly talented and gifted our elders were in this community. The effects are still being felt decades later and seen by their great-granddaughters and all of us this past week.

I call them giants from my youth. Do you have giants like these in your life?

It’s an awesome experience to converse with those who lived Grandpa Arla’s touch in their life.

The touch of a Grandparent in one’s life is monumental we are living proof of that in the Bishop, Lester and Alsman Families.