Grace F. Smith

is honored with a Brick from Dolores E. Smith.

For our mother, Grace.

In the winter of nineteen hundred and sixteen . . .

grace is born into a loving family . . . mother, father, brother and sister. Later, another brother comes . . .

seasons pass and we see grace as a child running through a field, happy, joyous and free . . .

more seasons pass as grace grows into a young woman . . . she is beautiful physically and spiritually . . .

she falls in love and marries . . . a boy is born, then a girl . . .

her husband goes to war, she grows thin with worry. She takes her boy and girl and goes south for the sun. Her husband safe, health returns . . .another boy is born . . .a season passes . . .

we see grace in the southwest . . . she is cooking on a wood stove, there is a goat, a horse and mountains . . . another boy is born . . . grace is happy there . . .

seasons pass . . .

man and woman grow apart and Grace goes on . . . as mother, daughter and friend . . .

we see her worried about her youngest son wounded in another war . . .

we see her nursing her father in his last days . . .

we see her in great distress, a grandchild dead . . .

she helps her daughter grow to womanhood,

always there for all her children

grace is serious

grace is funloving

grace is always reading

Evolution, evolution, evolution mother says . . . AND SEASONS PASS

grace grows old

she leaves her books . . . she reaches out and pats the cat . . .

she's weak and she says she feels lousy,

Her children surround her . . .

Far off in the horizon you see clouds forming. The sky is darkening. The clouds are moving slowly. And suddenly the rain comes forth, at first gentle drops and then heavier and heavier. The rain is streaming down upon us and we cry out to the winds and to the rain. And then stillness again as the rain stops.

The sky is clear and the sun shines down on us. Let in the healing light of the sun. Feel the warmth of its rays caressing us.

We feel the winds lifting and blowing. Blowing kisses from Mother to us. And then stillness.

Grace Elizabeth Fowler Smith, December 30, 1916- February 5, 1994.

Her mother, Grace Elizabeth Proctor Fowler (April 10, 1887-April 22, 1953) and father, William Duncan Fowler (April 23, 1887-June 30, 1997).

Her children: John Alexander Smith, Jr. (April 22, 1939); Dolores Elizabeth Smith (January 3, 1941); Frederick Duncan Smith, (November 25, 1946); Sam Llewellyn Smith (February 25, 1950).

April 22, 1999