|But Jesus hearing it, answered him, Fear not: only believe, and she shall be made whole. Luke 8:50|
The trunk of our family tree, our first stop, my parents place of rest. Forest Lawn Covina Hills, just a few miles from where we grew up and a few miles to the west of where I live now, their burial places overlook the beautiful East San Gabriel Valley.
|Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; and the uneven shall be made level, and the rough places a plain: Isaiah 40:4|
My father, Lynwood, "Lindy" Markham died from Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma when I was a new mother and he a new grandfather. I always feel so sad about that, and wonder what difference he would have made in his grandchildren's lives. The hardest working, most creative man I know, my Dad labored with joy as a machinist and maintenance engineer extraordinaire. My mother, Joyce Diane Greer (Markham), thirteen years younger than my dad, enjoyed many careers, all in which she excelled at. Waitressing night shifts when we were small, kept us from having to go to a sitter and secretarial work for the school district kept her home holidays and summers. A widow at 49, she enjoyed thoroughly spoiling her grand kids (5) taking trips and SHOPPING! I am most proud of her extreme shift of careers, becoming a corporate travel agent in the few years before the internet totally took charge. She died from complications of pneumonia and what I believe, a broken heart, on Thanksgiving Day, 2000.
|My mom, bridesmaid at her brother Bruce's wedding and my father (1953)|
|Mother and Father of the bride, 1977|
Their headstones, together line up with this tree just down the hill a bit, the landmark the leads us always to their place of remembrance.
My Grandfather, Joyce's father Vaughn H. Greer, owned a shop in what is now know as the jewelry district.We didn't get out of the car-- a lot of stuff happening around the city including "OCCUPY LA and of course, a movie in production--but I snapped this photo of the buildings which housed his business on 7th and Hill Street, Los Angeles.
Here are some shots as we traveled up the hill to locate my great grandmother, who, if you remembered from a previous blog, we discovered that she was not at Hollywood Hills, but here, in Glendale. (This would be my Father's grandmother, Mary Trout).
|He maketh me to lie down in green pastures (Psalms 23).|
|The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10|
|Lauren is looking for Great Grandma|
Mary L. Trout lived in the same home with my father, and passed away on his 16th birthday.
A few more pictures here of Forest Lawn, Glendale, while we looked for my maternal grandparents, Vaughn and Inez Greer.
|The signing of the Declaration of Independence|
|I Samuel 47:17 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”|
My Grandpa and Grandma Greer, as I called them, leave me with fond memories, a very integral part of my growing up years. My grandmother was one of five sisters, including twins, Stella and Ella. She carried that gene and my mom's twin sisters Marjorie and Marian delighted me as well. My grandfather, being of Mormon ancestry has an extensive, well-documented family tree. Born in Missouri, my grandmother made her way to New Mexico, where she met my grandfather.
Vaughn and Inez, 1920 and again, with first great-grandchild, Chantil
New International Version (NIV)
38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.