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Stories and Thoughts to Share
Dear Families,
I hope you've enjoyed these stories.
There have been times finding them, when I've come across something wonderful that's made me feel like a kid learning something new.
I'm sorry I never asked my Dad much about the Hummer family until it was too late. When I was young, the history of the family
didn't seem that important. Young people don't care much about olden days. They're too busy building moments.
Older people sometimes spend their time regretting moments they wish they'd noticed better.
As I get older, I know exactly what I would want to ask my Dad. And exactly where I would want to go with him on his day off.
(To the Harbor, to show me around. )
I guess through this effort to reconnect with the family, I can still feel close to my Dad. Funny, I feel instantly
comfortable with cousins I never met. And I feel close to the grandparents I never met. They're on my mind
so much I feel I know them. But I want to know more about
Hilma and Edward and the Ollilas and how they felt about things.
More often than not, people leave very little of what they really felt when their life is over. Unless they kept diaries or
wrote letters that were kept by others, the only real knowledge we'll have of them is through the memories of people who loved
them. They are left to tell the stories to the ones they love, and on, and on
More these days, I've been thinking about our family legacies. I feel that it's up to us to tell our stories now. We should
tell and write down for our kids; how we feel, what we believe, so they'll know the people we are, when they're old enough
to want to.
I've tried to gather all my letters and keepsakes, and the stories I've been told by Aunt Lil and Uncle Dave. Lil's memories
are the heart of these stories. For 17 years she had no Hummer family left and I know it was hard for her to be the last one,
especially her last year without Dave. I will remember them always.
So this time spent in lieu of other important things that are not nearly
so pressing to me, seems worthwhile. Through this trip that I've taken, perhaps someone else will look into their treasure
box, take out what is there, and show it to you.
Love,
Jody Lynne
I Remember This...
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The Hummer Family Stories
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"A School is a building that has four walls with tomorrow inside." -Lon Watters
Dad's Bulletin Board
Honesty a legacy
The way he lived his life
He taught
us right from wrong and
always kept us going, going strong-
We'll carry on
He was a gentle man
who loved
the simple things
A wife, a family
A cornerstone called home
Our Lord has plans for him
time to move along
To those he's left behind
I write this song
Guitar Chords: G C G Fm G C D D7
-Laurie
wrote and sang this song at her Dad's funeral.
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Bless us and these Thy gifts which we receive from Thy bountiful goodness through Jesus Christ Our Lord, Amen.
-Dad's
Grace
It seems to me that God must have considered photography to be one of His best ideas ever.
Found this by Dad last night.
In the 30 years since he’s been gone,
I can see him more clearly through his letters,
and the lens of my own old age,
than I ever saw when he was here.
2/26/70
Maybe
I am just a square,
but
I’m not so sure being square is not
just
what I want.
The
Heart of a Circle is a Square
I
want to be four square toward my fellow man.
I
want to stand square and look my neighbor square in the eye.
I
want to be square with the world—in my case—
truthfulness,
compassion, honesty and responsibility
to
my patients in my service to them for the monetary
reimbursement
of my labors.
That
circle is Humanity—in the home; outside of the home--
and
in all walks of life. Straighten up your shoulders—
stick
out your chest and square-up. Life can be beautiful.
Dad
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"From 9AM each morning, he starts his old routine, and getting
out his instruments is something to be seen.
He'll pull one drawer and then decide that that is not the one, making
noise by pulling drawers, to him is all in fun."
-Glenna, Rol's Dental Assistant
"One day, I found an envelope with stuff from Dad's dresser drawer that had anything to do with me--my little notes peppered
with his thumbtack holes, a book report on Black Beauty and every letter we ever sent to each other.
I cannot for the
life of me, figure out what I was trying to say in the letters to my Dad. Only now, do I know exactly what he was trying to
say to me."
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