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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

GENERATIONS

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/2017/04/generations.html

My Granny Lucille's family. Granny is in the center right behind her mother (Kathryn Klophenstein Culbertson - born 1869). Granny's father: Francis Marion Culbertson (born 1862) Photo: Circa 1915 - Granny Lucille was 10 years old.

GOD sees GENERATIONS.

Christian artist, Sara Groves, wrote a song, GENERATIONS. I met Sara and asked her how she had such great wisdom at her young age about GENERATIONS. Sara told me she learned it from her beloved grandmother.

Sara's lyrics: "Remind me of this with every decision - generations will reap what I sew. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know. May my great-great-great granddaughter live in peace. May my great-great-great grandson live in peace."

SONG LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuVhVX9IJL4&list=RDyuVhVX9IJL4#t=23

I think ABOUT GENERATIONS now. They mean more to me as I am a grandmother, and great-grandmother. The birth of my first great-grandchild, Rosie Jewell made me think about the generations of people in my family who passed on before Rosie was born. The ones she will only know about this side of heaven, except if I tell her.

It's like I'm holding hands throughout the generations with my great-great-great grandfather and my great- granddaughter. He was a miller and wagon maker who was a widow. He was a man of faith, a Mennonite, who immigrated to the United States from France in 1834, with his eight children. My precious Rosie Jewell was just born on April 4, 2017. I hope and pray that Rosie Jewell will become a woman of faith. It's her heritage.

I've known and loved people from multiple generations. I treasure their stories.

I knew and loved my great-grandmother, Katheryn Klophenstein Culbertson, (born 1869) and my grandmother, Granny Lucille (born in 1905), and my mother, Natalie (born in 1929).

Thanks to a relative (Roy Charles Pressler) who did research in 1982, I have a book with information about generations in my family...including ancestor charts.

Ancestor Charts...

and stories about people...

my people...

Rosie's people.

I did not know my great-great grandmother, Katherine Stuckey Klophenstein (born in 1828) but I know she was born on August 22, 1828 in Alsace Lorraine, France, and died in 1999 in Hale, Missouri.

My great-great-great-great grandmother, Katherine Voder Stuckey was born in Bprm France in 1812 and died in June 7, 1883 in Archbold, Ohio.

My great-great-great grandfather, Peter Stucky, was born in Grandvillars, Haut Rhine, France in 1808 and died in Archbold, Ohio in 1892. His 1834 French "Foreign Passport" describes him...Age 53, Height 1 metre 71 centimetres (5 ft. 3 inches), Hair chestnut mixed, Forehead high, Eyebrows chestnut, Eyes gray, Nose ordinary, Mouth medium, Beard chestnut mixed, Chin round, Visage oval, Complection dark. He became a wagon maker. He was a man of faith...a Mennonite.

My great-great-great-great grandfather, Peter (Pierre) Stucky was born in France is 1781 and died in France in 1846.

History of Pierre (Peter) Stuckey (1808 - 1892) Family as written by Peter Graber, a great-grandson, in 1921

"Peter Stuckey, a widower, with part of his family of eight children immigrated to this country (United States) from Europe in the year of our Lord 1834, landing at Napoleon, Ohio. From there they were taken to the Christ Beck homestead, north east of Archbold, Ohio..where Isaiah Zaerr now lives.

Here they were made as comfortable as possible in a log cabin measuring 16 by 20 feet. As Beck owned a map of the country surrounding his place, he by the aid of a compass for a guide, took Stuckey out to select a homestead. Stuckey, being a miller by trade, sought to locate along a stream where he might establish a grist-mill to be run by water power, the only power available in that day.

Finally he decided to locate 1 and 1/2 mile north east of Stryker, Ohio, known now as the Ben Aschliman farm. A mark is left where the old log cabin used to stand. The grist mill however was never built for a man by the name of Weotz was running one at Lockport, Ohio, and it was not lawful to have two mills less than six miles apart. So he had to give up his ambition as a miller and took to breaking up the soil and began farming. He did set up a hand mill tho' that he used to grind meal for his family and neighbors, during spare time and after night when the days work was done. He lived 13 years after coming to America."

Remember the words from Sara Groves' song, GENERATIONS:

"Remind me of this with every decision -

generations will reap what I sew.

I can pass on a curse or a blessing

to those I will never know.

May my great-great-great granddaughter live in peace.

May my great-great-great- grandson live in peace."

Granny Lucille's Wedding Day, 1926.

Happy Birthday, Rosie Jewell!
I have a lot of stories to tell you...
     about your people:
   people of faith who love GOD
                   and love each other.

You are named after your mother, Megan Jewell, who was named after my father, Jewell Bush, who is your great-great grandfather, and your mother's great-grandfather.

I pray that you, my great granddaughter, will live in peace, and come to know Jesus as your personal savior and Lord, and serve Him faithfully all the days of your life.
Welcome to our family.

You are a miracle!

SONG LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuVhVX9IJL4&list=RDyuVhVX9IJL4#t=23

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

GENERATIONS: GRANNY'S FLOWER POT

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

For as long as I remember...the ornate, cement flower pot (one of a set of four) graced every front porch of every house my Granny Lucille owned in Liberty, Missouri.

I was born in 1949. Granny Lucille was born - as she used to say - "in 19 and 5." She lovingly planted her four matching cement flower pots to overflowing with scarlet-red geraniums each spring.

Sometimes I helped her. We dug in the dirt together, and Granny told lively tales about folks in our family that my mother (her daughter) never dared to mention.

"I'm the STORYTELLER in the family," Granny Lucille would say. "Momma passed it down to me, and I'm passing it on to you, Marcia. When you grow up - tell your children and your grandchildren stories about me and my mother and our family, so when we all get together in Heaven, they will know me."

Before Granny Lucille graduated to tend heavenly gardens in 1990, she also entrusted me with two of her ornate, cement flower pots. I lovingly whitewashed the pots and planted them with scarlet-red geraniums each spring...until 2007, when one of the pots broke. I broke tradition that year and tinted the one remaining pot with terra-cotta and black paint and planted it with crimson impatiens and rosemary.

"This is Granny Lucille's flower pot," I said to my own nine-year old granddaughter, Megan, as she helped me dig in the dirt. "Granny was married three times, and buried all three husbands. Once, she owned a dance hall, and she loved to garden. I helped her plant scarlet-red geraniums in this very pot when I was a little girl."

Granddaughter: Megan Jewell

"Are these red flowers geraniums?" Megan interrupted.

"They're impatiens," I said. "Granny Lucille was the STORYTELLER in the family. Granny's momma passed it down to her, and she passed it down to me, and I'm passing it down to you, Megan...and to Ben and Kristin and Dave and Sarah and Faith and Joshua and Emily and Caleb. When you grow up - tell your children and your grandchildren stories about me and Granny Lucille and our family, so when we all get together in Heaven, they will know us."

Granny Lucille's Family. Copyright 1915 Marcia Norwood
Granny was about 10 years old in this photo.
She is in the center, just behind and to the left of her mother.
Circa 1915

WHO IS THE STORYTELLER
IN YOUR FAMILY?

"Tell your children of it,
and let your children tell their children,
and their children
another generation."

Joel 1:3

HOLY BIBLE

King James Version

Marcia (Center Back)

Her Mother: Natalie (Left)

Her Daughter: Kristin (Center Front)

Her Granny Lucille (Right)

What stories are you passing on

to your children and grandchildren?

What's your legacy?

"Remind me of this with each decision,

generations will reap what I sow.

I can pass on a curse or a blessing

to those I will never know."

These are song lyrics written by Sara Groves.

Two of my daughters (Sarah and Faith) one of my granddaughters (Megan Jewell) and I had the opportunity to meet Sara at a women's conference in 2011.

I had the opportunity to talk to Sara Groves, and I told her that her song, GENERATIONS, was one of my favorites. I asked her how someone (as young as she was) could have so much wisdom about generational thinking. Sara said she was very close to her grandmother, and she got it from her.

Listen to Sarah's song.....

GENERATIONS

Song By Sara Groves

LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vem45JhIZIo&spfreload=10https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK_WmVFAIP8

Sara Groves - Generations Lyrics

I can taste the fruit of Eve
I'm aware of sickness, death and disease
The results of our choices are vast
Eve was the first but she wasn't the last

And if I were honest with myself
Had I been standing at that tree
My mouth and my hands would be covered with fruit
Things I shouldn't know and things I shouldn't see

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know

She taught me to fear the serpent
I'm learning to fear myself
And all of the things I am capable of
In my search for wisdom, acceptance and wealth

And to say that the devil made me do
It is a cop out and a lie
The devil can't make me do anything
When I'm calling on Jesus Christ

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing

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To those I will never know, oh

To my great, great, great grand daughter
Live in peace
To my great, great, great grand son
Live in peace

To my great, great, great grand daughter
Live in peace
To my great, great, great grand son
Live in peace, oh, live in peace

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know

Oh, remind me
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know
Oh, I may never know

Eve was the first but she wasn't the last

Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/sara-groves/generations-lyrics/#uFA1CrhOq06R56gk.99

Philippians 3:7-14

New International Version (NIV)

⁷But whatever were gains to me I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
⁸What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ
⁹and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in^[a] Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith.
¹⁰I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,
¹¹and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
¹²Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
¹³Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,
¹⁴I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

GOD has entrusted us with children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, students and children of friends and neighbors.

Will we pass on a curse or a blessing?

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

Thursday, August 6, 2015

IN THE MARGIN

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

I opened my Bible this morning

to the book of Psalms,

and began reading Psalm 1.

My handwritten notes

in the margin of my Bible

caught my attention.

I like to write notes in the margin of my Bible

during my own Bible study time,

and also when I'm sitting under the

preaching and teaching

of GOD's anointed pastors and teachers.

The first note I wrote

in the margin

was a question to GOD

from me:

"What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see your reflection?"

The next note:

"Christmas Carol 1982 -

A body hast thou prepared for me"

is a reference to a Bible quote

on the Christmas song and card I created in 1982.

One note is a quote

from one of my favorite pastors,

Dr. William O Poe.

Instantly I was transported back to 1976.

Dr. Poe's voice echoed throughout the auditorium

and fell on me as I sat in a white pew

at Waldo Avenue Baptist Church

in Independence, Missouri.

"The whole earth is held in His power

by a delicate balance."

Bro. Poe

The quote

in the margin of my Bible

that made me smile and cry

was not in my own handwriting.

The note near the center of the fold of my Bible

was in my daughter, Kristin's handwriting.

"I love you, mom! Love, Kristin"

My beautiful daughter, Kristin,

used my Bible to study a scripture

she memorized: Psalm 1.

Kristin drew a rectangle

around Psalm 1 as she studied it in my Bible,

and my precious little girl wrote a love note to me

in the margin of my Bible

that thrills my heart and soul

just as much today as it did 30 years ago.

"I love you, mom! Love, Kristin"

My firstborn

is now Dave's wife,

and mother

to Joshua, Emily and Caleb.

Joshua, Emily, SANTA, Caleb, Dave and Kristin at Crown Center 2013.

The words from Psalm 1

that Kristin hid in her heart as a child,

continue to guide her and me,

and the next generation of our family.

Psalm 1

BLESSED is the man

that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,

nor standeth in the way of sinners,

nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight

is in the law of the LORD;

and in his law

doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree

planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;

his leaf also shall not wither;

and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The ungoldy are not so:

but are like the chaff

which the wind driveth away.

Therefore the ungodly

shall not stand in the judgment,

nor sinners

in the congregation of the righteous.

For the LORD

knoweth the way of the righteous:

but the way of the ungodly

shall perish.

The Holy Bible

King James Version

What's in the margin of your Bible?

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Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

GENERATIONS

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

GENERATIONS: GRANNY'S FLOWER POT

Sara Groves - Generations Lyrics

New International Version (NIV)

Thursday, August 6, 2015

IN THE MARGIN

AMERICA'S STORYTELLER, Marcia Norwood