|In Memory of Betty Gowler |
(December 27, 1931 - January 12, 2016)
For as long as I remember, I loved her laugh . . . and making her laugh
(Thanks to Nancy Gowler Johnson for a copy of this photo)
Stepanitch forgot his tea. He was a very old man, easily moved to tears, and as he sat and listened the tears ran down his cheeks.
“Come, drink some more,” said Martin. But Stepanitch crossed himself, thanked him, and moved away his tumbler, and rose.
“Thank you, Martin Avdeitch,” he said, “you have given me food and comfort both for soul and body.”
“You’re very welcome. Come again another time. I am glad to have a guest,” said Martin (90).
[Martin] told the woman his dream, and how he had heard the Lord’s voice promising to visit him that day.
“Who knows? All things are possible,” said the woman. And she got up and threw the cloak over her shoulders, wrapping it round herself and round the baby. Then she bowed, and thanked Martin once more.
“Take this for Christ’s sake,” said Martin, and he gave her six-pence to get her shawl out of pawn. The woman crossed herself, and Martin did the same, and then he saw her out (92).