I saw Aunt Violet a few weeks ago at the family picnic. She was looking painfully thin and frail. Last Friday morning she gave up the fight in this world and died.
She made the best dumplings you have ever tasted. I loved visiting their house when she was making dumplings.
She was an awesome woodworker and woodcarver. Far Guy and I took a woodcarving class with her one winter. She went on to carve a Merry Go Round horse for each of her children.
When she lived nearby, I would stop by and visit. One day I stopped by and she said “Come on in, but you can’t stay long, I have Widows Club today here at my house.” Not wanting to upset her preparations I had a quick cup of coffee and was on my way. “Widows Club” was formed by a bunch of women who were all widowed, they took turns cooking lunch and hosting the group. They met once a month. It was a highlight of the month for many of the widowed women in our area.
Her four children will miss her, her sisters will miss her, and all those Grandkids and Great Grands…
My Uncle Ervin, Aunt Violet and my cousin Geraldine in 1951.
Aunt Violet and my cousin Hilda in April of 1951.
The funeral is Monday, there will be a sermon about grace and about how we are all saved by grace through faith. There will be a trip out to the cemetery high on the hill. Afterwards there will be a lunch with Finnish flatbread and sliced meats and cheese and a hotdish and Jello salads of every color of the rainbow and all kind of cakes and bars and coffee:)