About twenty-eight years ago,...

About twenty-eight years ago, while living on the West Coast, I failed to recover fully from the birth of my second child. My mother, who lived on the East Coast, wrote to me inviting me to come to her home and let her take care of me. I eagerly accepted the invitation, and arrangements were made for me to make the trip by train with my six-months-old baby and eight-year-old son.

I shall never cease to be grateful for the love and kindness expressed toward me on that long trip. I could do very little and spent most of the time resting. Upon arriving at my mother's home, weak and exhausted after the five-day trip, I was met with the news that my mother had passed on the day before. It was almost more than I could bear.

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Signs of the Times
April 17, 1954
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