Gracie Metcalf Pigg

Birth: 26 May 1922 Rockcastle, Kentucky
Death: 3 Sep 2010 Montgomery, Ohio

Pigg, Gracie died Friday, September 3, 2010. Services TBA. Cremation to immediately follow.

Gracie Metcalf Pigg, age 88 of Miamisburg, Montgomery, Ohio was born the fourth child of eight to the late Samuel Dalton Metcalf (1894 – 1968) and Bessie Jane Perry Metcalf (1901 – 1965). She is preceded in death by her late husband Carl Clinton Pigg (1917 – 2002) and her son Clinton Wayne Pigg (1938 – 1967). She is survived by three sons; George Edward Pigg, Robert Eugene “Bob” Pigg and Charles Richard “Charlie” Pigg.

It’s not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves. ~ Edmund Hillary

Edith Marie Lamb Metcalf

Born: 8 Nov 1919 in , Madison, Kentucky, USA
Died: 19 Aug 2010 Miamisburg, Montgomery, Ohio

METCALF, Ethel Marie died Thurs., Aug. 19, 2010. Service will be Mon., Aug. 23, at 1 pm, Anderson F.H. Visitation Sun. 2-5 pm.

Edith Marie Lamb Metcalf age 90 of Miamisburg, Montgomery, Ohio was born to the late Carus Lamb (1894 – 1971) and Allie Alberte Lamb (1900 – 1942). She married James E “Jim” Metcalf (1916 – 1972).

The more authentic you become, particularly regarding personal experiences and self doubts, the more people can relate to you and feel safe to express themselves. ~ Stephen R. Covey

To Those I Love

(By Isla Paschal Richardson )

If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way,
Grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.

( I’d come – I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers? )
And when you hear a song
Or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad…
For I am loving you just as I always have…
You were so good to me!

There are so many things I wanted still to do –
So many things to say to you…
Remember that I did not fear…
It was Just leaving you that was so hard to face…
We cannot see Beyond…
But this I know:
I love you so –
’twas heaven here with you!

I do the very best I know how – I do the best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. ~ Abraham Lincoln

As you know my Grandpa Odis Stump married 4 times.  His last wife was Melva M McClintic Lindsay Stump.  A new book is just out called “GOLD STAR WIVES OF AMERICA” and it lists Melva as the wife of a fallen hero. Her first husband died in the service of his country. Here is an excerpt from that book.

MELVA M LINDSAY STUMP was born Feb 23, 1910 in Middletown, OH.  She married Norman Lee Lindsay, born Feb 19, 1910. They met on a blind date June 1930 and were married June 24, 1938 at the 1st United Methodist Church.
Norman served the Navy as SF3/c entering May 31, 1943. He was on a flagship carrying Adm. Spruance. Served in the Pacific theatre of operations and was involved in all invasions.
He died during the sinking of the USS Indianapolis July 31, 1945. He was awarded the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star.
Melva had two years of junior college-business education. She married Odis Stump April 8, 1989. They met at Senior Citizens. Because of a complete knee replacement she is limited at present in doing very much.

Melva the daughter of John Edward McClintic and May Trautman McClintic of Middletown, died on December 20, 2002. Melva never had any children.

Melva aka Mel was a stern retired school teacher with a lovely home in Middletown. I should mention that she was a very short woman with extremely expensive tastes. She enjoyed painting and collecting antiques.  She bought my Grandpa a red leather chair for their family room so that he could fit in. LOL

She had wonderful chalk drawings that she had done over their kitchen table. I once admired an large old Whatnot Shelf that she had in the hallway and she said that it had come over here in from Ireland the 1700’s; it was in Mint Condition. It was among many antiques that she used everyday.  I guess, living alone for over 40 years you wouldn’t get to many scratches.

Melva passed away at the Mount Pleasant Nursing Home in Monroe, Ohio.

God Bless and Keep You always!

Love that lasts involves a real and genuine concern for others as persons, for their values as they feel them, for their development and growth.” ~ Evelyn Duvall

He is Risen!

Jesus Christ died on a cross on a Friday almost two thousand years ago. Christians believe that on the following Sunday, Christ arose from the dead and, in so doing, proved that He is the Son of God. The day Jesus died and was buried is known as Good Friday. The following Sunday is Easter.

Christians celebrate this joyful holy day by going to church. Special Easter services are held outdoors at sunrise. As Easter dawns, the people pray, sing hymns, and listen to music.

Most Christians celebrate Easter March 22 and April 25. Others celebrate it between April 3 and May 8. But, whenever Easter comes, it’s the oldest, the most important, and the most joyful of all Christian holy days.

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My Easter morning started as usual, I skipped the sunrise service at church to finish some odd jobs around the house. I put the ham in the crock pot, set it for 3.5 hours and poured one can of coke over it, put the lid on an walked away. I love the crock pot. I got rave reviews on my ham, it was so tender. I know most Christians don’t eat pork, but I know that the toxins that would had been present in meat in the B.C. and the early A.D. isn’t there now. We have cleaned it up, so to speak.

I made yams to go with it, but no one ate them as usual (not even me – sh…). The kids opted for hot-dogs instead of turkey this year and I for one was very disappointed, I miss the traditional Easter meal with all the “fixins’,” but it did make for much easier meal planning and clean up. No complaints here.

I went to “Sunday School” and “Church” at Elizabethtown First Church of God. We have a very tiny congregation. The service went as most services do, but Brother Gary didn’t preach the usual (standard) Easter service. I was certainly dressed for the part, in my old and very Floral Easter dress, a “Cattiva” from Saks Fifth Avenue and straw purse with matching shoes. Mandy dressed her brood – all in green. Yes, GREEN! Regular grass-color green. I just somewhat blended in.

The singers were a disappointment, to say the least. A duet, husband and wife team called “Babb’s,” started with their first song and I got very excited. She had an amazing voice, at first, she sounded exactly like Vestal Goodman of the Happy Goodman’s. But the rest of the songs were just sang way to high. She couldn’t see her big money range. Two songs weren’t even appropriate for church, according to some of the teenagers here. One was a remake of an old bar song my dad used to sing. What were they thinking?

Her husband, didn’t sound anything like Howard Goodman though, sorry… He lacked any and all self-confidence, but wore the loudest chartreuse suit (pea green – I guess they got the memo on the wearing of the green) ew. I blame his wife. Sorry, I shouldn’t play “fashion police” here. I feel like a judge on American Idol. “That just didn’t work for me dawg!” I didn’t get it. You need to belt it out there. Relate to the songs. It’s all about song choice.”

I think they need hire me as their coach – “If they put some more men on the job, become a Quintet, they could become great old gospel singers.” They need to add a tenor or alto, bass or double bass and a baritone, at the very least. The soprano would just be a bonus. She then should stand out front and sing up the spirit! I’d add a live band too. That canned stuff, I guess saves monies, but it don’t get the job done!

In my opinion, they should always pick at least two songs from the hymnal that everyone knows, that way they get some group participation. They can put their own spin on the songs, if they feel they would need to, but it helps people identify with the singers a little better. I do wish them lots of luck in their careers, whatever they may choose to do.

With our church being small, we can’t afford any big name groups, but I don’t mind that, I love to hear the old time singers like Brother Wells singing Acapella. There’s just something special about someone singing from their heart.

I had to leave the service early, not because I wasn’t enjoying it, but because I had to finish making my dinner before everyone arrived. That’s part of being the Grandma. Mandy had so many places to go that they had to leave church, early as well. Which in her case, a party of nine, made it look like half the church walked out on the sermon. Poor Brother Gary, you have my sincere apologies.

I then, rushed home to make the chili and set the food up while Mandy went to buy the chocolate pie. Luckily for me, Mandy had pre-filled all of the plastic eggs for me – that was half the battle right there. She must have filled 500 or more eggs. Grandpa Anthony, decided to keep himself aloof that morning, while we all worked. LOL He was painting our son-in-law Alan’s, Mustang – slacker. LOL That’s no excuse.

We had a wonderful time, only one spanking in the crowd, Trey decided long after the others being told not too, he decided that he needed to chase the other kids and hit them with sticks. My fault, I should have had the yard cleaned up already and decorated for Easter. But this year, Easter came so early and I couldn’t get my mulch from Ro-Lin Farms, their trucks were broke down. I actually thought that the weeds and tall grass would lend itself better to egg hiding and seeking. Its all fun & games until…

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Oh well, we had a great time. Steven came in for an hour or two long enough to play the “UNCLE.” Complain about the conversation and basically do nothing.

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Craig & April were surprised by the photo I found of their first real date. Craig was in 8th grade and he took her to a 9th grade dance at Madison High School. They looked like little kids. We had to laugh. I found it tucked in a box of old memento’s I have saved from the 90’s that I had decided to throw out the week prior. I picked the box up and got a huge splinter, I was sucking out the blood when I decided to open the box and go through it. I’m so glad I did – changed my mind quick. Those old report cards and children’s drawings were wonderful to see again and they may come in handy one day. BLACKMAIL! LOL

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I did miss Brandy and girls, Tiger too. I hope they had a great Easter Bunny day.

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I felt bad for one of Mandy’s foster daughters she had never had a Basket from the Easter Bunny before this year. The EB give all the kids at Mandy’s house a basket. Oh they also got a visit from the tooth fairy at the same time, so their house was busy last night. Her foster daughter also told me, that they teased her for getting so excited about having her very first birthday cake. She turned 18 at Mandy’s house and there she was given her first birthday cake and no she isn’t from a foreign country. She was born and raised right here in America. Her mother died and to keep from having to pay for her, the system shipped her to Florida to live with a man – they claimed was her father that she had never met before. It made sense to them.  I guess… Just one more thing I should be in charge of; if I made the rules…

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After everyone left, I went and played in my greenhouse. I transplanted a few starts that were ready and a few more hens & chickens. I’m over run with them now. I am still in need of new starts and pots.

I had a dying bromeliad that needed re-potted when I bought it, two years ago. I finally got around to doing it. I broke it into three plants, it’s lethal fronds make it hard to want to be around, but I did manage it. Please don’t tell Jacque Eccles that I may have killed her baby. She reluctantly sold it to me at a Regional Meeting in which she was the afternoon speaker on Tropical plant’s. I only hope I can bring them back to life before she finds out. They won’t be winning me any ribbons at the Garden Club Flower show this year. Sigh!

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That was my Easter – how was yours? I’d love to hear how you spent your Holiday.

As always,
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf
mail to: vvsfan@msn.com

If the King loves music, it is well with the land. ~ Mencius

it seems like the more tragic the loss, the more it stays to the front of your mind; ever present in your thoughts, always reasoning as to the “whys – of it all”. It’s easy to deal with the loss of a loved one after a lengthy illness but when loss comes sudden or just too soon, it’s quite a different story.

You know that I lost my mother as a teenager from a car accident on our road. They say most accidents happen within 10 miles of your home. It was even closer than that. Her loss has been the biggest void in my life. There is nothing that can compare to your mothers love… Nothing!

I know she too, lost her mother young (they were the same age at the time of their deaths) she talked about her mother, the same way I do mine.  The loss is greater than a mind can absorb.

I don’t want to dwell on the negative here. She added so much positive to our lives as children. I could not have asked for a better mother. Her death effected each of us in a very different way. It troubled me for a very long time. My older sister Shirley suddenly stepped up and decided to be everyone’s mother and she still checks on each of us almost daily. She sends all birthday and anniversary cards; to everyone. I tried it for 6 months and its a lot harder than you can even imagine.

She makes sure that all the kids have everything they need. She buys and food clothes, constantly. Trust me she isn’t rich, but she spends like there’s no tomorrow when it comes to our kids. She only had one daughter and her daughter has fits about it sometimes, she fusses far too much. Especially when you realize that she is sick the majority of the time. I don’t know why she feels this is her responsibility.  I guess, she feels they were cheated out of grandparents.

My older brother Ralph has a mind like a steel trap. He remembers every finite detail of every thing that we have ever done. So I’m sure for him, her loss may be more than anyone’s.  My dad was tough on Ralph. He worked hard our entire childhood. And my dad treated him like they were the same age. Dad took Ralph everywhere with him. That really wasn’t good. Mom was his refuge. He loved her chocolate fudge and when he was in the military he would ask her to send it. Which she did. My mom made great chocolate fudge. Mine has never turned out like hers; ever.

My sister Sharon (hates for me to talk about her on the web – she’s a very quiet person that likes her privacy, so please don’t tell her I mentioned her here) was always overly emotional as children, she would start crying hysterically before she was to be sentenced for her latest crime. My mom would feel sorry for her and not punish her, so my older sister and I would get in really big trouble. I tell my kids, “This is not the person I grew up with… she’s old now and trying to get into heaven.”  I still think karma should bite her in the butt for that.

I think her death affected my youngest brother the most. That’s why he wants to stay in a toxic relationship when this is the worst thing he could ever do. He can’t deal with losing someone else. Its sad really. He was only fourteen and didn’t have time to learn to cope with these things adequately. I feel sorry for him.

Death is a mean mother, she takes the wrong people too soon, in most cases anyway. Some we could argue not soon enough. But when it’s a female role model the loss is greater than life itself. Thank God he gave us, “Memories.” I think it should be added to the 5 senses group. Since it plays one the the biggest parts in who we are as people.

My mother was a great strong lady. My grandmother’s were great ladies too. So when you think about your mom, grandma, aunt, cousins that pretended to be aunts but were as closer than you could ever imagine they ever could be… write down what they meant to you and let them know before they pass away.  I would love one more day with my mom to right many wrongs; to say things that I should have said when she was here. I can only pray that she knows how much I truly love her.

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Loss of Mother Poem

Now that I am gone,
remember me with smiles and laughter.
And if you need to cry,
cry with your brother or sister
who walks in grief beside you.
And when you need me,
put your arms around anyone
and give to them what you need to give to me.
There are so many who need so much.
I want to leave you something —
something much better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I’ve known
or helped in some special way.
Let me live in your heart
as well as in your mind.
You can love me most
by letting your love reach out to our loved ones,
by embracing them and living in their love.
Love does not die, people do.
So, when all that’s left of me is love,
give me away as best you can.

~ Author unknown

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Did you have any female ancestors who died young or from tragic or unexpected circumstances? Describe and how did this affect the family?