After their marriage, mother and dad had a short honeymoon in Niagra Falls. Life for them was not easy, as they were married and had my brother and I during the recession years. But she really knew how to make all kinds of soups – from ham bones, chicken, beef, even hamburger. Her corn soup was my favorite. She baked all our bread, rolls, and buns, and made the most delicious pies, (luscious lemon merinque, sky-high apple pie, graham cracker pie,) cream puffs, cookies and cakes, jams from berries we gathered, and through the years canned (and later froze) innumerable fruits and vegetables – even meat. She didn’t have a clothes dryer for many years, so hung things out to dry in our back yard. On a mangle, she ironed sheet tops and pillowcases. They always smelled so fresh and good, but how tired she must have been when Monday night got there.
Our Friend, Betty
On her cello, she has played songs about this walk,
And now, probably before she was really ready, She will talk,
Of all her friends she’s left behind, who will always have her on their minds.
She loved everyone – young or old – in her presence.
Coming from her soul, was music of bow and strings,
Filling us with the joy that her music could bring.
With the hosts of angels you can now see.
While we sing of all the angel’s bands,
We know you are there, enjoying them first-hand.
We all love you and will miss you more than words can say,
Especially when your favorite melodies we play.
Whether it be Shenandoah, or the Water Is Wide,
We know, with Him you now abide.
Betty Onyett was found in her home on Wednesday, February 11th where she had died of natural causes earlier. She lived in Paris, Ohio during the time I knew her, but she was a Methodist minister’s daughter, so undoubtedly lived in many places during her lifetime. She was a musician, poet, and teacher, and tells of many of her life experiences in wonderful writings called Starshine Stories, at www.wordshack.com
These little writings show such a sense of humor, and tell so much about her. At the end of one of them, she says:
Going up. Going down.
Hey…maybe birth and learning a few lessons the hard knocks way are the quivering and shuddering part. If so, been there, done that.
So when I leave this earth, I’m going to float away like a feather, coasting home. But if I need to, I’ll ask to hold What’s-His-Name’s hand.
Betty hosted many, many Music in Paris jams in her home, where my husband, Ken, and I and several of our grandchildren really got to know her. Many of her church friends were always there to share a musical evening.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.
Today Sunday, March 25th, 2012, was a joyous day to remember.
Beginning with worship through music of praise,
We praised our Lord, and an anthem we raised.
A child was brought to our alter of love,
And her life was dedicated to our Lord above.
Following the giving of the word,
We prayed for the lost, who must still find the Lord,
Then prayers were given for so many indeed,
For those in pain, for unspoken needs.
Then, out into sunshine following the morning rain,
And on to more music, yes, music once again.
Dulcimer, fiddles, guitar and more,
Music flowed through windows and doors.
A bevy of color, of Spring everywhere,
Accompanied me, as I traveled here and there.
Great beauty followed me all the way
With trees alive in their fine array.
Looking at the beauty while trying to drive,
It seemed like a painting had come alive,
Crocuses, daffodils, forsythia and trees,
Were exploding with color in the early spring breeze.
How can one not believe in a God,
Who has blessed us with gifts such as these?
Thank you Lord, for the beauty of Spring,
Thank you Lord, for everything.
Most of all, thank you, for being our