Showing posts with label Jane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jane. Show all posts

Friday, June 18, 2021

Jane Elizabeth (Powrie) Sommer

 23rd August 1951 - 26th May 2021 - 69 years old.

My talk at her funeral.

I preceded Jane into this world – I was six years old when she was born.
We were each in different stages of development all along our growing up years.
I don’t remember much of her early childhood or mine.
 
I remember most when I was eleven and she five.
We moved into our double story home in Florida Park.
We shared our upstairs bedroom on and off for all the years until I married 14 years later.
I wanted to, and went to a far-away boarding school,
she did not beg to go, and attended our local high school.
I went on an 18 month mission when I was 19 and she went after I left home.
 
From our bedroom we could gaze far to the North and see
our Voortrekker national monument in Pretoria on a clear day. 
We also could see the bright distant glow each night of
Pretoria’s iron and steel foundry.
 
As we grew older we shared more and more meaningful time together.
We were often a solemn pair, talking real words and feelings about very real matters.
And… she liked listening on Saturday afternoons to the radio to the popular Hit parade on Saturday afternoons broadcast from Lorenco Marques, the capitol of our neighbouring country Mozambique. 
I did not.
So, Saturday afternoons was definitely Jane’s time to have our bedroom all to herself.
 
Jane has always loved music.
She learnt to play the piano, and learnt to played well.
We all increasingly loved listening to her practice and play on the piano downstairs.
 
Our different stages of life converged as we grew into our young adult and adult years.
 
We each married in due time, moved here and there and
visited in her home or mine when we could.
We’d make the most of our infrequent time together.
 
When I think of Jane I think most, of the significant times we enjoyed as we both became adults.
We generously shared what we learnt about life, and living, with each other.
 
I recall two examples of precious concepts I learnt from her:
 
“(The latter-day prophet) Joseph Smith used to like to play sports
with the young men in the town of Nauvoo (where they lived.)
 
He was criticized for doing so, some saying
it was beneath the dignity of the Lord's prophet.
 
He replied that he was like a bow…
and if a man kept his bow stringed up all the time
it would lose its spring.
It was good to unstring the bow once in a while,
in order to preserve the spring in the bow.”
 
Jane also shared this quote from CS Lewis was useful to me: (Mere Christianity)
 
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house.
At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing.
He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on;
you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised.
But presently He starts knocking the house about
in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense.
What on earth is He up to?
The explanation is that He is building quite a different house
from the one you thought of –
throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there,
running up towers, making courtyards.
You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage:
but He is building a palace.
He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
 
Jane said she learnt valuable concepts from me too.  I’m glad.
 
We loved adventuring together. 
We used to go on adventures with our Dad in our growing up years.
We continued adventuring and exploring as we both became adults. 
 
The years passed and our first daughter moved to England. 
Then Jane and Michael moved to join Peter in England.
Then our third daughter and finally our second daughter moved also to live in England with us and our son and his family remaining in South Africa.
We visited when we could, usually about annually, and would enjoy precious time with each of our children in England and Jane and family. 
Jane would search out wonderful and interesting places we could visit
and make more memories together. 
 
Jane loved her home and her garden. 
As she was able, she spent time and energy in making
her home and garden comfortable and lovely places to be. 
 
She loved colour – that was always a peculiar delight to her. 
We enjoyed sunlight and flowers, trees and scenery
all around us when we were together. 
I know they were a source of deep joy to her.
 
We share our deep-rooted and abiding faith in our Father in Heaven.
We are both disciples of Jesus Christ.
We have bedrock faith in our having been sent here to earth
from a pre-existence in the presence of God, our Father in Heaven. 
 
We share our deep knowing that we’d come here, to our parents,
and our children having come to each of us by Divine Design for further Tutoring.
We both fiercely love our families, our children and theirs, on and on. 
 
We both solemnly believe all the things that happen to us in life
would give us valuable experience and be for our good. 
 
We share our hope and belief that we are making spiritual progress
as we find and create ways to endure well in our daily, and
more long-term vicissitudes and changes of circumstance.
Some challenges we personally chose, and some were not of our own making,
but were thrust upon us by the choices of others. 
 
I’m grateful Jane was able to be charitable to me. 
She was able to charitable, most of the time,
with most of the people she came in contact with. 
 
I thank you each of you who loved her and helped her along.
Thank you, Peter, for caring for her so well in these last weeks.
 
Earlier this week I sat in our local Highveld Botanic Garden
soaking up our winter sunshine, light and the quiet.
I thought about Jane, and about sharing these thoughts with you.
 
The thirteenth article of our shared Christian faith came to my mind:
 
We believe in being honest, true,
chaste, benevolent, virtuous,
and in doing good to all men;
indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul—
We believe all things,
we hope all things,
we have endured many things,
and hope to be able to endure all things.
If there is anything virtuous, lovely,
or of good report or praiseworthy,
we seek after these things.
 
As I thought about each of these qualities mentioned in this article of our faith,
I know Jane made marvelous progress in each of them.
 
Honest -  She spoke her truth.
                 I know her to be a fair and trustworthy woman.
 
True -    meaning “Honourable, having integrity,”
              yes… she was honourable and devoted.
 
Chaste -   She honoured her vows of chastity in thought and deed.
 
Benevolent - meaning “Well-meaning and kindly.” 
                     Yes to that too.
 
Virtuous -  meaning “High moral standards.” 
                   Yes, Jane had high moral standards.
 
Doing good to all men – That’s how I know her.
 
Believe all things – I knew her as believing of all good and worthy things.
 
Hope all things – She had high hopes for all the people she knew
                              and high hopes of good outcomes.
 
Endured many things – She endured many things
                                         neither she nor I dreamt of in our imagination.
 
Hope to be able to endure all things – I believe she endured all things that were
                                                                hers to endure here.
 
If there is anything – Yes, she sought for what is good, true and beautiful 
                                     in and around her…
 
Virtuous, lovely, of good report or praiseworthy – these are amongst what she
                                                                                      purposefully sought…
 
And now…
she precedes us into wherever and whatever lies beyond our days,
our months and years we have left here. 
When we follow her we shall know as she now knows,
and see as she now sees.
 
I hope each of us will pause regularly,
and examine our lives, and take them seriously.
I invite each of us to relish and cherish each precious day we are privileged to enjoy.
None of us actually knows when our last day here will be.
 
As Stephen Grellett, the French-American Quaker missionary, once said:
 
“I shall pass through this world but once.
Any good therefore that I can do
or any kindness that I can show to any human being,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer or neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.”
 
King Benjamin was a Book of Mormon Prophet.
He gave a grand and mighty sermon to his people 
around 124 years before the birth of Jesus Christ.
 
I quote the end part of his sermon in which he admonished them so long ago:
 
27 see that all these things are done in wisdom and aorder;
for it is not requisite that a man should run bfaster than he has strength.
And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent,
that thereby he might win the prize;
therefore, all things must be done in order.
 
28 … I would that ye should remember,
that whosoever among you aborroweth of his neighbor
should return the thing that he borroweth,
according as he doth agree, or else thou shalt commit sin;
and perhaps thou shalt cause thy neighbor to commit sin also.
 
29 And finally,
I cannot tell you all the things
whereby ye may commit sin;
for there are divers ways and means,
even so many that I cannot number them.
 
30 But this much I can tell you,
that if ye do not awatch yourselves,
and your bthoughts,
and your cwords,
and your deeds,
and observe the commandments of God,
and dcontinue in the faith of what ye have heard
concerning the coming of our Lord,
even unto the end of your lives,
ye must perish.
And now, O man, remember, and perish not.”  Mosiah 4:27-30
 
That Jesus, of whose coming King Benjamin prophesied
124 years before his birth, came…
 
and that Jesus invited
“Come unto Me all ye who labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.” Matt 11:28
 
That Jesus also told his followers
“A new commandment I give unto you,
That ye love one another;
as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.” John 13:34
 
In latter-day scripture I believe that same Jesus continues to speak to us -
He says
“He that is faithful and endureth shall overcome the world.” D&C 63:47
The world… our challenges here…
 
And that same Jesus continued in the same 63rd section of latter-day revelation
“These things remain to (be) overcome through patience… “ D&C 63:66
 
Jane’s journey and challenges here in mortality have mercifully ended.
She’s sorry to leave Mike, Jodi and her grandchildren behind I know.
She told me so.
 
While she lived here
I believe she remembered and acted on King Benjamin’s words,
and Jesus’ earlier and latter words,
and now she is making her way on the journey each of us will also take in due time.
 
The rest of today, the 18th of June 2021, is ours to delight in and use profitably, or squander.
 
We are each unique, special and irreplaceable.
So is everyone around us utterly unique, special in some way or other, and irreplaceable.
Each of us has an individual life with various relationships.
May we love one another patiently.
 
We’ll soon leave this meeting where we bid farewell to Jane.
We’ll go into our life as it is now.
 
May we find Christlike ways to be honest, true, chaste, and benevolent.
 
May we find the virtuous, lovely, of good report and praiseworthy all around us every day.
 
May we watch ourselves, and our thoughts, words and deeds.
 
May we come unto Jesus the Christ.
And… when we labour and are heavy laden, may we truly know His rest.
 
May we be faithful, and endure our particular challenges well.
May we overcome in our individual “worlds,” all that is ours to learn about and master.
 
May we in our own due time make our way into what lies beyond our present mortal imaginings.
 
May we peacefully and confidently follow Jane back to the presence
of our Father in Heaven and His Son.
May we be able to gladly account for the time we spent here
as we come into Their realm of greater light,
deeper love and continuing comprehension and learning.
 
May we leave a worthy and worthwhile legacy for those
in our circles of love, interest and concern,
as Jane has.
 
I share these things in the name of Jesus Christ whose disciple I am,
even that Jesus Christ whom I earnestly try every day to know a little better,
and whom, most of the time, I try my best to follow…
 
In the name of Jesus Christ,
 
Amen
 

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Who Has been Particularly Kind to Me?


I love new beginnings!
A new day, an new week.
I count my blessings…

My back is not as sore as it has been for… six months…
That sure is a great blessing to me!
It’s been a hard couple of weeks with my back…

The days go by and I’m content – most of the time…
When I get cabin-fever I take a ride and see something different.
I’m grateful to be able to have a change of scenery.

I’m grateful the Botanic Garden is open again.
(Actually I discovered it isn't... it'll be open in August.)
I’ll be heading there soon.
It’s been closed for months – so I’ll wait for the rush to die down.

We have load-shedding again – the power is going off at 8 this evening.
It will come on again at 30 minutes past midnight.
That means… no electric blanket!
So – sheet shock!
Ah well… this too shall pass!

My Focus 2020 pondering continues…
Read on if you are interested…

I love you!

Mom / Judy

FOCUS – written a couple of days ago…
Here goes!

Who has been particularly kind to me?  How has this changed my life?

Not many people I know, know how to be what feels kind to me.
Kind I like… pity I do not…
I remember in one training session saying “Don’t pity me…”
I wonder why I am so resistant to being pitied.
I do NOT like being pitied.

The kind ones…
A few names come up over and over:  Sylvia Poss (my FAMSA trainer,)
Chris Golden (one of my ecclesiastical leaders,)
Carole Morrison (My friend with whom I’ve shared more about myself than any other,)
my Dad (who amazes me over and over as I find things he gave me, and did for me,)
my sister Jane, my brothers Tim, Les and Ron (who know me the longest of anyone alive.)

At times my children have felt, still feel, exceedingly kind and compassionate to me.
(They know me intimately…)
My husband feels kind and considerate to me.  I am grateful.

Interesting that the same ones who have felt/feel very kind to me are also the ones
who have also been able to/can hurt me in ways that have felt mortally wounding.

Interesting too that the ones I have felt were/are cruel and punishing to me
have also been the ones who have felt/are exceedingly kind to me at other times.

I remember a training session I attended in which we were asked
to list the people who have hurt us on one half of our piece of paper.
And then, on the other half of the same page, the names of the people who have helped us…
with the comment “You may find that the same people appear in both lists.”
True…  Instructive.

I’m grateful to have people I can count on.
Not always the same ones, but when I need someone I can count on,
I can find several to choose from.

“All these things shall give thee experience and be for thy good.” comes to my mind.
What an education!

Every relationship is in our life is for us to learn something about ourselves.
Also about others… and about life, the world.
I’m reminded over and over of the truth of that.
I hope I learn the lessons I need to learn – fast!  Eventually!
I’m interested that I keep on learning!

I’ve learnt about myself “I’ll give you more chances than you deserve…
but, when I’m done, I’m done.”  I’ll walk away, not needing to look back.
No regrets… I gave it all I knew how to give.

I’m really grateful to those who are able, have been able, to be what feels kind to me.
It’s blessed me, my life, and softened my heart, made me more human, more relatable.

Who has been particularly kind to you?  How has this changed your life?

What or who do I need to resist?  How can I do this effectively – and graciously?

Actually, I hardly ever feel the need to resist anything or anyone anymore.
I can be in their presence and not feel bullied or enticed.
I feel like what I don’t want just flows past me, away from me.
I don’t often feel “tempted” and the need to consciously resist.

I used to…  it has been hard at times, and very hard on occasion.
Substances, behaviours, people…  they’ve got under my skin in the past.
My life is simpler now, there aren’t the provocations and close contact with
some people and circumstances that I needed to have in the past.
They were instructive to me – of what I wanted and what I DIDN’T want!
How I wanted to be and how I DIDN’T want to be.

I understand myself, others and ‘life’ more these days.
I understand better who I uniquely am.
I understand better what I want.
I also understand more who and what I don’t want.
I’m able to “stay away” and “govern myself” more effectively.
I also know how to “go to” and say “No” to myself and others.
And – I keep on learning!

I hope I’m gracious and respectful about it…
I try to be.
I try to accord other people the courtesy I like to receive.
I hope I succeed more often than I used to be able to.

I’ve discovered the vocabulary and tones of voice that feel like they “fit” me.
I know what food I like to eat, and what my body likes,
what helps me function as best as I can.
I’ve discovered what colours and clothes I like to wear, that feel like “me.”
I’ve discovered how and where I like to live.
I’ve discovered how I want to spend my hours, my days, my life.
I’ve discovered the median pace I like to live.
I know what I like to read, listen to and watch, and what I don’t.
I’ve discovered who my friends are –
the ones that can be with me through thick and thin, sick and sin.

I’m enjoying the great adventure of my life.
I don’t actually know from day to day where my journey will take me…
And – I like that…  I do not like to be bored.
I do not like to be stuck in a rut.
I do not like to feel helpless, purposeless, wasting my time, my life!

 What or Who do you need to resist… How can you do it effectively and graciously?...

 Sometimes graciously has to go out the window... The resistance just needs to be done!


J

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Cape Town Called

Jane was in Cape Town from England for two weeks.
Les invited me to come and join them 
so that we siblings could be all together in the same town.

We hoped to get a sibling photo of the five of us.

Les organised a cousins Friday afternoon at Kirstenbosch.

My cousins Gillian and her husband Alan, Elisabeth and Patrick were there.
Others were: Sally, Cindy, Dom and Scarlett, Les, 
Ron (Pamela in England) and I.  Lovely afternoon!




Ron, Jane and I  took a Saturday drive to Hout Bay.
We took a boat trip to Seal Island.


We sat wave-watching at Seapoint - very good.


Sunday lunch with Nikky, Jonathan and Tim,
a motor-bike jaunt with Tim,
and Sunday afternoon tea with Les, Sally and family.
Precious.


Monday morning with Les and Sally.
Les and I visited Mom's grave and whited some of the lettering on her headstone.
A lovely labour of love.



And the Sunday afternoon photograph that I am so glad about and grateful for.
Perhaps the last time we can all be together?


Thank you Les for inviting me to come along.
Thanks me, and Tim, for being able to be all together.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

A Few of our Heat-Wave Days

 The lovely Amarylis gives delight every day.


 I was looking at old photos... 
this is 1992.
Can you believe it Cindybabe!


 And this was the 5 of us in 1985.
Little did any of us know what lay ahead of us in the next 30 years...




A (hot) walk in the Botanical garden...
The coolness of the water and the shade of the trees was most welcome...











A family of guineafowl unphased by my proximity.


 Even more blooms opening up.


 The cupboards are up in the bathroom.


 The two fans are thankfully doing constant duty.
Today's top temperature is 38C.



This morning Glenn and Les finished the remainder of the tiling
around the new bathroom cupboards.
Now the grouting...


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

And Back With Hilmar, Dianne and Phillipa

A beautiful double rainbow in the late afternoon.




Lovely clouds aftrer the rainbow faded...


Lovely sunshine this morning.
I zoomed in on Tulip sunning herself.



Just the other side of where Tulip is relaxing
Glenn is peacefully and skillfully strengthening Phillipa's chest of drawers.



Lovely day this morning.

Last Day With Jane

Final touches to the fence the next day.


I took a quick read of the second part of this book 
which I read for the first time about 30 years ago.

A very good book.
I have a problem with it's title...
I think it should be genderless.
"People Who Hate People and the People Who Love Them."
I think it should be.

I realised as well that it applies to older and younger people too.
It's about those who desperately try to control others
and what those they try to control can do about it.

Sound principles of growing and setting healthy boundaries.


We took a lovely drive in the Quantocks.  
It was muddy but we stopped along the way and enjoyed the cool beautiful quiet.



An enormous uprooted tree with the lovely view.



The narrow lanes we drove along were sobering!
What DO you do if you meet another vehicle!

We did.  We met a delivery truck.
We reversed into a farmers entryway to be out of the road
while the truck passed.

I love the cooperation here and the courtesy.
If you are going uphill, you have the right of way.

In the case of the truck, we were smaller and nimbler that it was so we yielded.





Narrow hey?!


We stopped at this reservoir.
Lovely.


Across the road was a bank of delicate wildflowers.






Always beware of the pretty stinging nettles wherever you find them.
They are the laves against the wall to the right of the photo.
If you aren't respectful - well you will be stung like a bluebottle sting.
Painful.



Jane noticed this little waterfall.
There has been a lot of gentle rain the past few days.
Perhapos this is a perennial waterfall, perhaps only now with the rain,
Lovely sound and very pretty.


This thatched cottage out in the Quantocks is what we think of
when we think of a little English cottage...


Another little waterfall on the side of the road.


And now we are on the coach journey from Bridgwater to Heathrow.

Notice the fields of mielies!
A new crop in the UK.
The weather has warmed over the decades and this crop will now survive here.
I wish they did not genetically modify corn!
Almost all the corn we eat is genetically modified.
I am sorry about that.  I like corn. 
I don't want to eat genetically modified food.


Gratefully our journey back to Hilmar and Dianne was uneventful.
We left just after four pm and arrived just after nine in the evening.