It is Thursday morning and the temperature is 14 degrees. That seems warm after all of these subzero temperatures we’ve had all week.
The children returned to school this morning after being off since last Friday due to the extreme cold temperatures. My husband Joe and daughter Elizabeth were home on Monday and Tuesday from the factories due to the bad weather. We barely saw any traffic go by during those two days.
It was still dark on Tuesday morning when a lady came to our door asking for help to get her car out of a ditch close by our house. She was on her way home from work and said our house was the only one with lights on. Joe and the boys went to help shovel her car out of the snow and get her back on the road. They had to dress warm and were cold by the time they were back in the house. The temperature was 18 below zero with the wind chill even colder.
Yesterday was the funeral of my Aunt Frances, age 79, from Berne. We regret that we were unable to attend because of the bad weather. Our most deepest sympathy goes to the family. They too are without both their parents now. That makes such a lonely feeling and I can sympathize with them. Frances is my dad’s sister and is the fourth of the 13 siblings to pass. Life sure brings changes in different ways.
I recently had a letter from my oldest sister Leah announcing the exciting news of the birth of her daughter Elizabeth’s third child named Rosemarie. This makes six grandchildren for Leah and Paul. Brother Amos and Nancy have 11 grandchildren. Little Harley Coblentz born recently to nephew Joe and Amanda is grandchild number nine for brother Albert and Sarah Irene. What made Harley’s appearance so special is that he is the first grandson after eight granddaughters. My parents would be so proud of their 25 great-grandchildren to enjoy and spoil but our dear Lord had other plans for them. We never want to question His ways.