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Six Sentence Story: Legend

Photo: A smiling woman with black curly hair, glasses, and a pearl necklace
Determination and hard work defined her life, as I suppose it would for anyone who grew up with fourteen siblings, especially during the Great Depression. Her strength exceeded what might have been predicted, though. While she did the expected and necessary tasks--farming chores and working outside the home as a secretary--when she reached retirement, she did not slow down. Quite the contrary; her senior years found her learning how to use a computer, beginning piano lessons, serving a mission for her church, regularly attending water aerobics classes, and even doing cartwheels in her living room! This slight-of-frame dynamo with smooth skin (and hair that took over 90 years to even think about graying) will surely become a woman of legend to future generations. For those of us privileged to know her during the almost 103 years she lived on earth, we will forever remember that her gentle, loving, and kind nature rested on a foundation of inner fortitude. 

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Linking up with Denise at Girlie on the Edge for this week's Six Sentence Story. Please be patient with me; family and funeral preparations are (rightly) taking priority, and I probably won't get to responding to comments or visiting other blogs until next week. This prompt just happened to fit nicely into the processing of memories. 


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  1. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Kristi.

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  2. Lovely tribute to a beautiful legend of the most personal kind. My sympathies and prayers for you and yours.

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  3. What a lovely window into your world. Thank you for sharing the memory of this dynamic woman.

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  4. True legend :) Glad to have a look into such an inspiring life.

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