BLESSED BE THE FOUNTAIN - My Story part 2

BLESSED BE THE FOUNTAIN 

     

1942  We moved in a trailer to Watertown, MA - outside of Boston MA. Here I am at 9 almost 10.   We moved just before Christmas, with the Christmas Tree already up, and I remember how hard it was when we were traveling INSIDE the trailer, to go to our new place.    

        Dad was working on Construction, which meant moving a lot. Mother did well in teaching me, but I had lots of questions.   My little brother would be 6 in November.   We spent a lot of time together.   

        

Skip and I played a lot together, and because we moved so much, he would find in me his support and help.   There was a River there.  

WATERTON, MASSACHUSETTS NEAR WORCESTER AND WALTHAM

There was a river there.   Our trailer was parked on a vacant lot,

we had no utilities, and it was not directly in the city.   Skip (Harry) and I would scramble up the hill back of our trailer, and we played in the woods and the large TREE.   Pretending we were 

Tarzan and Jane, we were happy.    I remember that Skip saw a swing - from the tree - and wanted to get on it -  I thought he should not do that, but he persuaded me.   Then I remember telling him 

"HOLD ON TIGHT"  I all of a sudden SAW HOW HUGE THAT RIVER WAS and thought, OH DEAR !  What if he falls into it?

I knew I had to get him off that swing.    So I remember thinking, Please, God, don't let him fall.   Get him back safe."  I waited until he came close and then I told him, "you must get off, now !"  He was not happy with that.   He did what I said.   I took another look at the River and thought - God helped us.  He listened.   Skip is alright. 

        At nine years of age, I was "a little mother" to my brother.  He liked to play cars, and to pretend.   It was not easy.   

         It must have been summer when that photo was taken, for we would have no school then.   I remember how 

 E M P T Y my heart was for having a REASON behind my life, and WHY ? WAS I BORN ?   

          I remembered what Mother had said to me at age three.  "When you grow up and find out WHO God is, I want you to tell me and then I will believe too."   

           So let me reflect on that a moment.   

            When I was Five years old, my Aunt Althea took me to church.   It was the First Baptist Church in Adams, MA.   It was 1938 when I was five years old.   It was EASTER.   And so I clearly remember, Mother speaking to me, before I went, that she wanted me to listen and learn, and tell HER what I found out. 

             

First Baptist Church,

Adams, MA 

still looks the same today as it did then.

Notice the four windows in front.

That was the NURSERY where I went on that Easter Sunday morning so long ago.    I remember my expectation of a STORY...but all I saw was a lady on the floor helping a little boy build with the blocks.   Other children were coming in.   One child sitting in a small rocker with a doll.   I decided, "that is not what I want to do."   I was looking FOR A STORY.

Well.   All of a sudden I stopped, and looked at something 

right between each of those four windows.

three pictures taped to the wall - of THE LORD JESUS.

Now you understand, I did not know who Jesus was, but 

I knew Mother had said the stories would be about Him.

So I looked and it was like I was in 

a CLOSED ROOM SHINING AND GLOWING

WITH THE PICTURES TO LOOK AT,

I DID NOT HEAR ANYTHING 

I ONLY SAW THE PICTURES.

THERE WERE 12 OF THESE PICTURES.

I do not know much else.

I remember them.

The first was this one.   

It was as if there was A HUSH WITHIN ME 

AS I LOOKED AT THESE PICTURES.

I STOOD AT IT LOOKING, WONDERING

THEN WENT ON TO THE NEXT.

Mary was going somewhere.  And I knew she was 

expecting a Baby.   

These pictures are not the same as the ones 

I saw that day, but they were similar.  

I knew from the Christmas Songs that this was Baby Jesus who was born so long ago.

The Second Window had three more pictures. 

I saw the Shepherds worshipping the Baby,

and knew from the Christmas Songs that they had been 

told by the Angel that Jesus was born in Bethlehem.

There was Jesus, with the Wise Men who had come a long way to worship Him.   

Here I knew somehow it was young Jesus.

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 The next picture was of Jesus in the Temple.

Now I turned and went to the spot between the second and third window.

I saw Jesus being baptized by someone.  I did not know at that time who John was, but the pictures were telling me it was Jesus who was here being baptized.

I knew Jesus was in this photo calling for followers. 

Here is a picture I drew of the painting that I saw in Jesus with the children.    I remember looking at the picture a long time.

So now I was at the last panel of three pictures.

He made the blind to see.

 Jesus on the Cross died.   I pondered on that.

on the road to Emmaus

This picture held me in its grip

Last of all, this picture 

I KNEW HE ROSE TO HEAVEN.

I KNEW THAT WAS JESUS WHO 

HAD COME AS A BABY 

WAS NOW GOING TO HEAVEN.

Then

S U D D E N L Y  

DddddddinnnnnNNNG !  

SUNDAY SCHOOL BELL JUST RANG

voice 

talking       some child crying      blocks noisily being put away.

The holy hush and quiet that had wrapped me in it 

was 

gone.

I saw my Aunt Althea come to get me.

Or was it Grandma? 

I do not know.

I only know that I knew God had visited me

in those pictures.

When I got home, Mother asked me,

June, What did you learn today?

I said, Mother, I do not know, but it seems like God has sent Jesus to tell me about Him, and when I grow up I will understand it better.   I want to be like Him.

This was my Aunt Althea who took me to church that day.

At 95 she still lives in Savoy MA and is in touch with me.

I will never forget that day when I went on Easter Sunday to the First Baptist Church in Adams, MA.  

It may have been my Grandmother who took me that day, I 

only remember that I was so glad I went.

This 

At five years of age, I knew somehow

that WHEN I GREW UP 

I would KNOW HIM.  

June Estelle Donato 

was my name.

This was my Graduation Picture in 1951.

I found Christ as a girl at age 11 1/2.

That will be my next post.  

bye for now.

The blood of Jesus Christ

washes away 

all sin

completely

and 

forever

I am washed

and made clean.

Jesus said, in John chapter 14,

"He that seeth me, hath seen the Father,"  

I have placed my trust in the Living One

who came and humbled Himself

to become a Baby, grow up, 

show us The Light, and 

saved us by His death, burial and resurrection 

from the dead ! 

He is alive.

He is coming again.

I am waiting,

looking,

trusting,

in Him.    

BLESSINGS IN MY PATHWAY

JUNE BLESSING  1933

   

Here I was, nestled in the arms of my father and mother.

Born in 1933,  I was fortunate.    Both Mother and Dad were born in 1915 a bit over 17 years old.     

I KNEW I WAS LOVED.

OH IT WAS SO NICE WHEN MOTHER HELD ME

TALKED TO ME,

SUNG TO ME.

DAD WAS NOT MUCH TO SAY MUCH, BUT I KNEW HE LOVED ME.

I COULD TELL.    

YOU SEE, I KNEW FROM THE START I WAS 

SIMPLY GOING TO BE A BLESSING TO MY FAMILY.

INTERESTING HOW PEOPLE'S LIVES 

GET COMPLICATED 

WHEN A LITTLE 

BABY 

IS ON THE WAY.

              Here was my Mother Vida May with her father Forest Raymond Carpenter.    She had red hair.    Her mother had red hair.   Her grandfather Luther Wilbur Brewer had red hair.  And so now here I am, making my entrance into the family with my auburn red hair.    

             

Here is the town of Adams, Massachusetts, about the turn of the century in 1900.     My mother was of English stock, her mother and father both related to the Rehoboth Colony of those that came over on the Mayflower in 1622.      

My mother's father, Forrest Raymond Carpenter, worked on his father's farm.  Located in Cheshire Massachusetts, he helped peddle milk to the folk in the area, as well as all the things they grew and produced on the farm.    

I HAVE 14 DIARIES OF THE DAYS IN WHICH THE FARM WAS ALIVE AND WELL.

             From 1886 to 1924 I have transcribed the records they made of their life around the farm.  Amazing that I have these.  

THIS HOME WAS THE HOME OF SUSAN B. ANTHONY,   located in Adams Massachusetts - She was born and lived in Adams, even as I did.    The Adams Memorial Hospital still exists.   

My mother's mother was not from the Berkshires, rather she was from

Exeter, New Hampshire - and was blessed with the York Beach home that her Mother and Father had

there on the bay.        

Here is a photo of the York Beach or of the Eastham 

Beach in Cape Cod.     My great grandfather Luther Wilbur Brewer and his wife Vida May (Ingalls) Brewer were settled here.  My great grandfather was a Leather Tanner - working on the gear that people needed for their horses and the carriages, as well as for the machinery that was used on the farm.  

I have so much to share.   Walk with me in my Blog, and discover something of what I believe is a sense of strong FAITH and quiet determined convictions within the souls of these dear folk.

 Here are my great grandfather and his wife, with their croquet mallets.    Life was hard, but they did enjoy games on the lawn.

       This is their home on York Beach Maine where all the rich and famous go to resort now.   They had a clan of about 14 families that all owned cottages there where now they are all rentals for tourists who come to York Beach.      Bampy was a darling man, who knew how to laugh, was a hard worker, but could enjoy a day with his family.    My grandmother Lillias May Brewer had one sister 

whose name was Flossie.     

           Grandmother went to college - it was a Ladies' college for teachers - and she taught at PRIMARY SCHOOL FOR THREE YEARS....and that is another story.  Watch for my next blog.

You might see some interesting things.   

 Jesus declared that He was the Light of the World.   My great grandfather on both sides of the family were strong believers in God's Word.     They were not perfect.   They knew it.   The families they founded benefited from their faith.   I treasure this.    God bless you and give you a sense of His Love and may you dig into God's Word the Holy Bible to discover that same faith.

 

HERE ARE THREE SISTERS - 

VISITING THEIR GRANDMOTHER AT YORK BEACH MAINE 

  VIDA MAY,  ESTHER AND ALTHEA CARPENTER.

IT WAS SO LONG AGO.  BUT SO DEAR TO MY HEART IS THE OCEAN,

AND THESE THREE LADIES.   MY MOTHER'S SISTERS

WERE LIKE BIG SISTERS TO ME.   WHEN I WAS IN BORN IN 1933  BECAUSE I WAS THE FIRST GREAT GRAND CHILD, AND THE FIRST GRAND CHILD, HOW SPOILED COULD I GET.   THEY DOTED ON ME.   I DO NOT EVER REMEMBER ANYTHING EXCEPT LOVE 

AND CONSIDERATION.

MR AND MRS LUTHER WILBUR BREWER AT THEIR 50TH ANNIVERSARY

IN 1933.     MY MOTHER WAS NOT THERE, BUT SHE TOOK ME TO SEE THEM IN 1936.

HERE I AM AT MY

GREAT GRAND PARENTS IN 1936.  

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