As a guest, I knelt on that same kitchen floor with the Mix family. What I will
never forget is the grandmother struggling to get down on her knees for the
blessing on the food. Brother Mix asked her if she wouldn't rather sit and
she replied, "It is a privilege to kneel before my Lord and Savior." As
new convert, that set an indelible impression on my mind that still resonates
more than 40 years later. There are times when a simple table becomes an alter
and I felt I knelt at one at that time.
My mothers kitchen table was and still is very much like the Mix family table
except that my mother also worked to help my father with the expenses of raising
8 children. Sometimes it was teaching school, other times it was proofreading
the local newspaper before it went to print, or even delivering a different
newspaper and now at 76 years old, it's teaching Math at a community
college. So by her example and by my fathers example of hard work, we learned
lessons of spirituality mixed with reality. I'm thankful to both my parents
for their examples and for the home and love they provided my siblings and me.
We all have different roads we travel on, it's important to know where the
road ends up and not worry so much about which road it is we are on.
One of God's greatest gifts are Mothers...
Rosemary, I was branch president in Artesia NM when your folks served there as
wonderful missionaries. What a joy it was to work with them and later visit
their home more than once during visits to SLC after their mission. Your Dad
was getting very creaky but we had not heard of the cancer last time we visited
there. We too have eaten at your Mom's table and consider ourselves
blessed and watch your activity with keen interest. There was always a lot of
"Rosemary" in your mother's conversations. Thrilled to hear she is
still living.With much love, the Devenports
Thanks for the memories, Rosemary. I think I ate at that kitchen table almost as
much as I did at my own home. Oh, and the salty smell of pickles in the fall and
the beautiful jars all lined up. And the sweet chocolatey smell of brownies
early in the mornings before Pep Club or school. Yum! Just a few of the many,
many memories of the wonderful feelings of the Mix home. What a blessing it was
(and still is) for me to have been a part of that. Love to you all!