Dear Cindy,

On this day 44 years ago, a little baby girl was born In East Liverpool Hospital – YOU.  There’s no way of knowing if your natural mother ever got to hold you, and probably your natural father wasn’t even there.  He was a college student according to the information we were given, and was in no position to get married, let alone be a father and care for a child.  The young woman had decided early on in her pregnancy to place her child up for adoption through a Columbiana County agency.  This agency just happened to be the place where we had inquired about adopting a sister for our son, who was 5 at the time.  We had several couples who were good friends that had adopted children, and since we weren’t going to be able to have any more children of our own, felt this was something we were meant to do.

After doing all the paper work, and after interviews with case workers, we were told that we were accepted as adoptive parents.  At that time, the sex of babies was not known until the birth, so they had no idea how long it would take for us to get a little girl of our own.  But we received the call on September 6th, 1969, (9 months later)  that a little girl had become available and a meeting time was set for September 11th to go to Lisbon, OH where we would meet our new little family member  – YOU.

That day in September was exciting, not only for mom and dad, but also for Steve, who was now 6yrs old.  He was just as excited as we were that day.  You were dressed in a little pink outfit, and your face was scratched from your little finger nails., but you were beautiful.

At home, Grandma Dorothy and Grandpa Don were waiting to meet our new little bundle, and it didn’t take long for grandma to get her hands on baby.  Grandpa Art and Grandma Vera also came to see you and hold you.  We already had Cindy Lou picked out of the many lists of names we had gone through, and our lives were changed that day, just as it had been when Steve was born.

You were perfect in every way, but did present us with a problem we had not encountered with your brother.  You had picked up pink eye at the hospital, so we had to visit Dr. Starbuck, our family doctor, that same week.  The answer was drops every 3 hours-day and night- until it cleared up.  That took 3 weeks, You cried a lot during that time, but finally your eyes were clear; but, as you may remember, you often had setbacks with eye infections even after you started school.

There was no assurance that we would be able to keep you as our own until 6 months went by.  Case workers visited from time to time, then a court date was set and we met with the Judge.  The only thing I remember about that visit was the judge ‘warning’ us that once the adoption went through, there would be no turning back or changing our minds.  Of course, that was the furthest thing from our minds.  We were totally ready, and after going through 6 months of not only worrying that something would go wrong with the adoption, but also having deep feelings for the young lady who brought you into the world, we felt so relieved when all the paper work was over and you were officially our little girl.

Our little girl, who would have a new surprise for us every day.  You would love your puppy, Brandy; you would love your kitty, Snowball; you loved to dress up; you would put on your daddy’s slippers and hats; you loved to sit in daddy’s lap; you crawled on your hands and tiptoes (instead of knees);you painted purple lines around the basement floor!; you loved to sing and play music; you liked to draw and paint with mommy; you  looked so cute in the little dresses that mommy made for you; you  would have growing-up years with many twists and turns; you would grow up to be a loving mother of five children of your own.   It seems unbelievable that 44 years have gone by since the day we drove home with our little bundle.  Wishes for many, many more happy birthdays, honey.  Love, Mom

Here are some memories for you:

Buffalo 2011 Botanical Gardens and Mother’s Day

Just As with shadow lettering copy

Poetry and Digital Art by Lois Mountz

Ecclesiastes 3:1-22

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …

Planning committee for SHS Class of 1953 Class Reunion and Reunion Photos 

SAMSUNGTop:  Patricia and Dick Ward

Bottom: Lois Mountz,  Marlene (Yunk) and Bruce Snyder

Psalm 30 says ‘Joy comes in the morning’. Yes, true JOY comes from loving the Lord, but joy also comes from spending time with  friends , especially our friends from many years ago; Once a month my high school classmates get together, and this year, 2013, we celebrate our 60th class reunion at the Salem Community Center.  



Somehow, as we reminisce, there is a veil of sadness, for we long for our classmates who have already passed; We feel deeply for those who are bound to wheel chairs, who are victims of strokes, who live with altzheimer’s, who are striving each day to overcome sickness and disease, who have lost loved ones, or who will soon be alone.  


 Although we always think of our friends who are no longer with us, or who cannot be with us, the smiles, the stories we share, (some untold before now), the hugs, the hellos and goodbyes mean more each time we meet.  


Somehow, we are silently thanking God for granting us these senior years – even though many of us have lost the love of our life, or we are visiting doctors a lot, taking all kinds of meds, getting new knees, new hip joints, new eyes, etc., and, of course, having those senior ‘moments’.

60th Reunion 5/24/13

Even so, some of us still have full or part time jobs,; some of us still go away for the winter; some of us still travel; some of us are writing about our lives; some are learning (with much help) technical challenges such as the use of their computers; many of us have grandchildren and loving families to make our senior years complete.


  We are enJOYing life to its fullest  one day at a time, and  hope to enJOY many more of these special times together – God willing. 





Joy Comes with the Morning

A Psalm of David. A song at the dedication of the temple.

30 I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

4 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”
7 By your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face; I was dismayed.

8 To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
9 “What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!”

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
12 that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!