Her name is Precious.
When I was 13, she hired me to clean her house on Saturdays. She was getting a break from vacuuming and dusting, but in reality she was giving me relief from the confusion and tension of my family life. The highlight was eating lunch together. She introduced me to oyster crackers while she told me the secret of her long marriage was growing up with her husband. She was 15 when she married Roy. After two years as a Saturday maid, I took a “real” job at a store.
When I got married, of course I invited Precious to my wedding, unaware that she had changed churches and no longer mixed with most of the folks attending. She was so glad to be included. Her wedding gift – a Presto Pressure Cooker – is a gift I continue to use 31 years later.
On one of their jaunts around the country, Roy and Precious visited us in Klamath Falls, Oregon. Always radiant, she woke early and cleaned up my kitchen before showing me her daily floor exercises. A stickler for good posture, she would urge me to “look up at the third story, Carol, and keep your shoulders back!”
Every year I look forward to receiving a Christmas card recycled into a postcard from Precious. When I read her unwavering handwriting, I can hear her voice. She let me know of Roy’s death, of her move to Mississippi, all with her own special grace. And as she has aged, I always wonder while I wait, if I will hear from her this year. In the funny way of friendships, we have no one else in common, no other link to each other.*
This is the card I received this year:
“Merry Christmas” Carol and Curt & Family
and a Blessed New Years.
Since I was 89 on 9/11 old age is evident,
but the Lord meets every need.
Looking forward to Eternity w/ old friends
& am not sending cards in the future-
will see you in Heaven in God’s timing.
Rejoicing in Jesus,