Happy 59th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
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Pasties
Mix:
2 cups grated suet
3 cups flour
1 cup water
4 T. bacon drippings
Form as you would for pie dough.
Filling: potatoes, rutabaga, meat, onion, salt and pepper.
Bake 350 degrees for 1 hour.
Parting hymn
My dearest friends in bond of love,
Whose hearts in sweetest union prove
Your friendship's like a drawing hand
Yet we must take the parting hand.
Your company sweet your union dear
Your words delightful to my ear
But when I see that we must part
You draw like cords about my heart.
How sweet the hours have passed away
When we have met to sing and pray
How loft we have been to leave the place
Where Jesus shows his smiling face.
O! could I stay with friends so kind
How would it cheer my struggling mind
But duty makes me understand
That we must take the parting hand.
Then since it is God's holy will
We should be parted for awhile
In sweet submission all one
We will say our Father's will be done.
O! follow youth in christian ties
Who seek for mansions in the skies
Fight on you'll gain that happy shore
When parting hands will be no more.
How oft I have seen your flowing tears.
And heard you tell your hopes and fears
Your hearts with love have seemed to flame
Which makes me hope we'll meet again.
Ye mourning souls in sad surprise
Jesus remembers all your cries
O! trust his grace, and in that land
We will no more take the parting hand.
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Ye christian friends both old and young
I hope in Christ you'll all be strong
If here on earth we meet no more
O! may we meet on Canaan's shore.
I hope you will all remember me
If here my face no more you see
An interest in your prayers I crave
That we may meet beyond tho grave.
A few more days and we shall go
From all our cares and fears below
In shouts of triumph we shall fly
and dwell with Christ eternally.
O! Glorious day of blessed hope
My heart leaps forward at the thought
When in that happy happy land
We will no more take the parting hand.
Written by Sarah Barnum, from Connecticut
June 29th 18??
E. A. Poors Verses
Sylvan March 14th 1846