Verla Williams, Christmas Letter (1976). Image courtesy of Mark D. Williams.
As I'm sitting here, gathering thoughts, they (the thoughts) don't seem to [?] into words; and my mind wanders from one month to another remembering the year that is almost history. (And I feel melancholy. Is it the sorrows that stand out, or my increasing years or is it that I'm wishing I could visit with you face to face?)
February is the month I remember Vince's 86 yr. old dad passed away. I remember the concern in his face as he told Vince he was dying and asked him to take care of his mother. And I remember the peace in his face as he said the 23rd Psalm and the Lord's Prayer with the pastor.
May was graduation month - Mark graduated from high school and made his plans for college. He is presently attending Iowa State Univ. at Ames. He entered with computer science in mind but this quarter is taking some music courses and is happier. Thinking of college, Dawn is in her junior year at the University of Northern Iowa at Cedar Falls, and well on her way to becoming a kindergarten teacher. She is a Resident Assistant so is kept busy.
June is a fun month to remember. After Vince had enjoyed his Canadian fishing trip, Jené and I took my almost annual trip to visit my folks, and many relatives and friends we don't see on our infrequent weekend jaunts. We also had a visit from Peggy - it had been two years since she graduated from Luther and left us. What a lot of catching up we did - she is happily busy at the Missionary Radio Station in Puerto Rico.
Vince began a new experience in September which he thoroughly enjoys; he is teaching one day a week at the University Dental College in Iowa City. (Nothing like having someone at each of Iowa's universities.) The driving is the hardest part - 280 miles round trip - especially on Iowa winter roads. But he relishes the challenge of sharing his knowledge and experiences with Sr. dental students - our dentists of tomorrow.
The rest of the family: Arik is in 7th grade, in band (a drummer) and planning on going out for track this spring. He is getting sick of his morning paper route, but it enabled him to buy a motorcycle which he really likes. Think ihe will be the family mechanic. Jené is in 5th grade, Girl Scouts, takes piano and now thinks she is going to learn the violin. Both sing in Church Choir. Vince's mom is still at the Eastern Star Home, still in the wheelchair and misses Walter terribly. I consider myself God's oil can for this conglomerate, and I enjoy it!
The merriest of Christmases to you!
