|Ozro with my two uncles|
Our path has not all been sunshine
Clouds have o'er shadowed our lives
But he has been a good husband
And I tried to be a good wife
Many times I've been tempted
When things were seemingly wrong
To hastily speak my opinion
but I stopped and held my tongue.
They had a large family. My grandfather is the handsome young man on the far right. How long do you think it took the girls to style their hair? I love their blouses!
Sometimes I silently wonder
If our living had bettered the world
We have done so little to help it
Then I thought of our boys and girls
And hope, truly hope, they will do
The things we would like to have done
And when their life work is ended
They too will be gathered home.
I had never seen this photo until just a couple of weeks ago. Isn't it great? Evidently they are both holding brooms, but to me it looks like they are early National Geographic explorers, setting out on an adventure with walking sticks at the ready!
So father let us be faithful
Unto the end of life
Then Heaven's benediction
Will rest on man and wife.
Happy 160th birthday, Great Grandfather Ozro! And in honor of your special day, here is a poem written by your wife in 1912 to commemorate your birthday.
In eighteen and fifty three
According to the date
Ozro was born
In Ohio state.
They moved to Indiana
In eighteen and sixty two
And have lived here ever since
They though it best to do.
Here he grew to manhood
And here he found his mate
Here he reared his children
To man and womanhood's estate.
Now he is nearing three score years
With heart and soul aglow
For Heaven and immortal life
Where ere long he hopes to go.