(KPC Writer’s Group theme for this month is “An Old Photograph”.
Annie was born in August of 1868. Times were hard back then. No one was more able than Annie herself to handle the hardships she would face in her life.
As a young woman Annie married a man named John. They proceeded to build their lives together. While pregnant, she and John went out for a horse and buggy ride. The horse became spooked and took off out of control. Out of this came Annie’s first tragedy. The buggy flipped over, killing her beloved husband. Annie did not focus on her loss. Instead, she devoted herself in the joy of raising their daughter who was born shortly after the accident.
Many years later, Annie married a second time. She and Albert had one child together, a son. In the meantime, Annie’s daughter had married and birthed five children, one of which was mentally handicapped. A second tragedy befell Annie as her daughter died young and left the raising of her children to Annie.
A few years later, Albert lost his hand in a farming accident. He began selling Avon to support his family of now six children.
Annie and Albert’s son married in December of 1924. Six months later, Albert died.
Tragedy struck yet again when Annie’s daughter-in-law died in childbirth at the tender age of 31, also losing the child. At this time, Annie was bitten by a black widow spider and was hospitalized, rendering her unable to attend the funeral or help her son with his children. During the course of her hospitalization, Annie’s arm was lanced seventeen times, and she lost complete sensation in her arm. Upon release from the hospital, Annie took on the responsibility of helping her son raise his six children, ranging in ages fifteen months to eleven years.
And through her perseverance, Annie developed character which was that of remarkable individuality. In Annie’s later years, she caught her arm in the wringer of a washing machine. Another tragedy? Not this time. It seemed to be a miracle. Annie regained full use of her arm. In a real sense, Annie herself was the miracle. She was a notable woman who gave of herself freely to help others.
I am honored to say that Annie was my great grandmother.
“…but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given us.” ~ Romans 5:3-3