Annals of our ancestors; one hundred and fifty years of history in the ...

128 ANNALS OF OUR ANCESTORS
Reluctantly I close this chapter. I like to transport myself
there where we felt with father and mother that hosts of
shining angels were camping about our home, and truly did
we children feel safe where our parents kept loving guard.
When storms were sweeping wildly and bright lightning gleams
were presenting a view of the fierceness and the madness of
a thunderstorm, if we could find our parents and hear their
reassuring voices we felt that we were safe. The memory of
our early faith, so akin to our faith in our Heavenly Father,
lives with us and helps us from springtime to summer, from
autumn down to life's wintertime.