Grace Emily Chase
(May 28, 1903 - March 18, 1998)
Grace Emily Chase, 94, of Kansas City, MO, passed away at a Kansas City nursing home, on March 18, 1998.
Grace Emily Campbell was born in Santee, Nebraska on the Santee Sioux Reservation on May 28, 1903, the child of Ellis Collins & Mary Wabasha Campbell.
~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
Your tombstone stands among the rest,
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care;
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist;
you died, and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
so long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left,
who would have loved you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Author Unknown
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
Who will take grandma? Who will it be?
All of us WANT her, - I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, - let's gather the clan,
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family there's certainly one
Willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt,
Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim,
She's apt to insist on the silliest whim,
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home, but the question is where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read,
A chair by the window with sun coming through,
Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew,
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is ONE
Willing to give her a place in the sun,
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt,
And she won't be OUR problem to bother about,
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
(May 28, 1903 - March 18, 1998)
Grace Emily Chase, 94, of Kansas City, MO, passed away at a Kansas City nursing home, on March 18, 1998.
Grace Emily Campbell was born in Santee, Nebraska on the Santee Sioux Reservation on May 28, 1903, the child of Ellis Collins & Mary Wabasha Campbell.
~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
Your tombstone stands among the rest,
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care;
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist;
you died, and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
so long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left,
who would have loved you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Author Unknown
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
Who will take grandma? Who will it be?
All of us WANT her, - I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, - let's gather the clan,
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family there's certainly one
Willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt,
Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim,
She's apt to insist on the silliest whim,
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home, but the question is where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read,
A chair by the window with sun coming through,
Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew,
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is ONE
Willing to give her a place in the sun,
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt,
And she won't be OUR problem to bother about,
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
Grace Emily Chase
(May 28, 1903 - March 18, 1998)
Grace Emily Chase, 94, of Kansas City, MO, passed away at a Kansas City nursing home, on March 18, 1998.
Grace Emily Campbell was born in Santee, Nebraska on the Santee Sioux Reservation on May 28, 1903, the child of Ellis Collins & Mary Wabasha Campbell.
~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
Your tombstone stands among the rest,
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care;
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist;
you died, and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
so long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left,
who would have loved you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Author Unknown
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
Who will take grandma? Who will it be?
All of us WANT her, - I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, - let's gather the clan,
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family there's certainly one
Willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt,
Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim,
She's apt to insist on the silliest whim,
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home, but the question is where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read,
A chair by the window with sun coming through,
Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew,
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is ONE
Willing to give her a place in the sun,
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt,
And she won't be OUR problem to bother about,
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
(May 28, 1903 - March 18, 1998)
Grace Emily Chase, 94, of Kansas City, MO, passed away at a Kansas City nursing home, on March 18, 1998.
Grace Emily Campbell was born in Santee, Nebraska on the Santee Sioux Reservation on May 28, 1903, the child of Ellis Collins & Mary Wabasha Campbell.
~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
Your tombstone stands among the rest,
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care;
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist;
you died, and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
so long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left,
who would have loved you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Author Unknown
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
Who will take grandma? Who will it be?
All of us WANT her, - I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, - let's gather the clan,
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family there's certainly one
Willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt,
Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim,
She's apt to insist on the silliest whim,
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home, but the question is where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read,
A chair by the window with sun coming through,
Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew,
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is ONE
Willing to give her a place in the sun,
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt,
And she won't be OUR problem to bother about,
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
