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Aunt Marjorie

I'm ashamed.  As I sat at the table with the boys going through a Bible that belonged to Aunt Marjorie they said, "I don't know her.  Who is she?"   

I must have scared them with the force of my, "What?  Not know about Aunt Marjorie..." because they listened carefully as I went on and on.  My Aunt Marjorie shared my love of horses and the Bible.  

Her Bible wasn't a relic nor was she holier then thou.

Aunt Marjorie who had Dennis come to her place in Faith and taught him all he knows about horses and I loved hearing the countless stories that we heard from them.  My Dad adored her.

Being the oldest I had the opportunity to ride with her once down by Shelane and Jeff's place near the Apple Orchard overlooking the Belle Fourche River.  I was young and fearless and she...was old and fearless.  No one was as good of a horse woman as she.  She gave Mom, Jimmie the horse.  He was my 4-H rodeo horse and could run like the wind.  In fact, once he started he wouldn't quit and had never-ending stamina.

Aunt Marjorie who had a giant tree beside her house in town, an apple tree and a box in her room with silly dolls and horses and doilies on her couch arms.  Her house was the BIG deal when we went to town.  She was chubby, kind and happy.   

Once, I stayed at her house before going to camp and she showed me how to roll clothes and pack them.  When Mom would have babies, she would stay with her to rest up and Aunt Marjorie would take out the bottom drawer of the dresser and fill with blankets for a baby bed.

Aunt Marjorie would come out for freezing sweet corn, branding and other big days.  She loved with great passion and authenticity and acceptance!!!!

Aunt Marjorie who had long talks about God and the Bible and prayer and family.  In fact, my Pastor Harold growing up boarded in town during High School with her and Great Grandma and he says that if it wasn't for them he would have been lost....in many ways.

Her Bible which was one of her newer ones was filled with writing, her study notes and thoughts and a pressed leaf.  I wish I knew which little person gave her that. 

I don't even have a picture of her physically but her life and spirit will be imprinted on me forever!!!!!


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