MOM'S TURN

First a note:  until we get things straightened out, it may appear as though Jeanne - Mom - Grandma - is posting these.  That is because we have only one Google account.  For the most part, I (Steve - Dad - Grandpa) will be the one posting, so references "Mom" or "Dad" will mean my mom or my dad, on the Lambson side.

Last week was about Dad; today it is my Mom's turn to shine.  In sorting through some documents I came across a letter addressed to Iola Lambson, and it had a return address for Dick Jackman.  I recognized the name as one of my Mom's cousins who appeared occasionally at the annual Jackman Family Reunion, so I started to read.

Apparently he and his family had recently been in a serious accident in late 1964 or early 1965. The letter is postmarked February 2nd, 1965.  I pick up his words there

"Dot and I catch ourselves whispering at night in the front room where her hospital bed is and where I sleep on the couch.  We actually caught ourselves trying to keep quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping Robyn.  Habit is a strange thing---and it is hard to break--hard not to give way to unmanly tears and yet we read in scripture which state that IF we live for it we might raise him to manhood in the next life..."

He mentions the rest of the family: "We took Dot home from Malad (Idaho, to Blackfoot , where they live at this point) a week ago Saturday and Jeff will come home in about a week wearing a body cast until he heals enough for a fitting of that new lower leg."

Then, in different parts of the letter there are references to Mom's prayers:

First paragraph: "Your letter is something I will treasure as long as I live.  The verses and wishes for blessings,the words of comfort were just wonderful & were just what this 'ol pair of eyes needed to see!"

Later, after citing their hopes to raise their deceased son Robyn:"Our Grandma Jackman and Mom both gave me the thought that when we pray we'd better wish for his will to be done.  It is a strengthening to my testimony of this that you should include it and write it in your letter."

Finally, regarding Jeff, the son who apparently lost a leg: "If Jeff wasn't the recipient of a real miracle, I have blind eyes and deaf ears, and my sense of touch is gone---I have seen him change from blue to natural color; from choppy breathing & a fluttering heart to steady health; from fever to normal; from weak to strong!  And I know just as surely as I'm penning this that this was a direct answer to your prayers!"

Whatever her shortcomings were (and aside from a lead foot, I don't know of any) my mother was a ministering angel.  I hope I can follow her example.

Steve Sr.