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Recently, the Sun Rays asked for contributions from
residents about someone in their lives who taught them an
important lesson – parent, grandparent, teacher, or friend.
Many thanks to those residents who shared stories of the

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Grandmother planted seeds of love

By Lenaire Schofield Grigsby

Growing up in the 1950’s, I was blessed to live near my grandmother. As
a child, she instilled in me a love of nature and inspired me to share with
others her zest for life. Della Schofield had a beautiful flower garden. She
planted seeds of love everywhere she went. Often she would read the Daily
Word message to me and then proceed to live it as she touched other lives
with compassionate service. We prayed together every day and her heart was
filled with gratitude. She sang songs of joy and her favorite affirmation was,
“We must keep on keeping on.” She gave me a subscription to ‘Unity’s Wee
Wisdom” children’s magazine. My favorite part was the Writer’s Guild. When
I was 8 years old, I submitted a poem to Wee Wisdom and it was published
in the October 1959 issue. This was the beginning of my love of poetry.

I think of her often and feel her sweet, holy presence with me wherever I go.
Later in life, I had several poems published in the “Daily Word” magazine.
If my grandmother were alive today, she would have been thrilled to have seen the seeds of positive thoughts she had planted
so gently in my soul come forth to blossom fifty years later in the Daily Word she had read to me so long ago. I am grateful to
see her inspiration come full circle.

I offer prayers of thankfulness for my grandmother who showed me the way to a life of love and compassion and for all of those
who continue to support me in prayer as I travel around the world sharing my inner light.

68 | SUNRAYS JUNE 2015 Remember the Asparagus

By Jeanne Lubey

It was spring in Wisconsin, and the wild asparagus crop was plentiful the year I
became 9 years old.

We always looked forward to picking this spring delicacy. It tasted good with
everything Mom cooked. “Kids, who wants to go up on the hill to pick asparagus?”
We all jumped at the opportunity. Why not, the weather was at last warm, the
hills were green, and it gave us an excuse to get out of setting the table for supper
to take a walk in the pastures. Asparagus grew like a weed in those days, and we
knew all the patches.

This particular day, I got into an argument with my older sister, “I can eat more
asparagus than you can!” “No you can’t!” And so it went. I was a growing farm kid
with a huge appetite and was sure that I could match my older sister at the table
any day of the week. Mom cautioned me that my sister was five years older and I
might want to reconsider. At that point, I was not backing down!! So it was agreed
that we would go out the very next day and pick enough to have an asparagus lunch.
I think we picked two milk pails full to the brim. We came home, steamed it and
sat down to heaps of the green veggie. I ate and ate and ate until I was past full,
but I kept eating. Needless to say, my older sister Donna ate more. I had overdone
and became very ill. My meal ended up in the toilet.

From that day forward, when I began to overindulge on anything, Mom would say,
“Remember the asparagus, Jeanne.”

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