Mom’s sister, Marion Elizabeth Davie Serr, was six years older than she was. In 1954, when I my uncle Art was transferred from Sioux Falls to St. Paul, he and Marion relocated there. This was a hard move for her, not only leaving behind her family, but also leaving the house that they had build next door to my grandparents. Marion married Art in 1949, so they had not lived in her new house very long.

“Going Away”

And now we move away —
Reluctantly we cast many a backward glance at home and friends we leave.

Perhaps we’d grown to love our little rut too well,
Perhaps we loved out little rut too dearly and so must learn
That we move ever onward,
And that we must relinquish
Things we hold dear
To grow in new directions as the Lord wills
Who watches over all.

The day I wake to find myself in glory
The music of the spheres will sound for me;
The light that shimmers like a morn in springtime
And garden’s fragrance all about will be.

But when a shining person comes to meet me,
A gentle and a holy form I’ll see
As my dear Mother gives me loving welcome
Then Heaven truly will be home for me.