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Show EPILOG TO MILFORD, OUR LADY It seemed as though her heart would break upon re -ceiving the tragic news about her Senior Citizens and this Lady called Milford, who in recent years had celebrated her birthday with thousands of her children . . . and she who had witnessed her children growing, working, playing, moving away, visiting visit-ing and returning home. This lady wondered if she could find her way through this tremendous blow . . .and she faltered in her steps, her eyes were blinded with tears of sorrow, and her head, in grief, hung low. She could not understand this tragedy and she found a great need to call upon a Superior Being for some needed answers. Her people came now to her in large numbers, feeling feel-ing her grief, but bringing food, offering help, canning fruit, tending kids, just be -ing there. Those of her children who could sing, were singing, those who could preach, were preaching, preach-ing, those who could pray, were praying. Each song, sermon and prayer filled with the message of the Resurrection Res-urrection and a hope for the future. Her injured children chil-dren were blessed and cared for by the children of her sister cities. As the days wore on, special flower gardens were gently placed upon the lovely love-ly carpets of green where her seven children were laid to rest . . . and still with her head low, she wept again. She lingered there still waiting for that last knowing glance, another fond embrace, em-brace, just one patting ges -ture or touch of condolence, tarrying there even after the final prayers were said, not lifting her head, but dwelling dwel-ling in sorrow . . . Yet, through the hushed silence she heard the happy sounds of children playing nearby, there in her park. She realized the sun was warm upon her back, it's rays penetrating the coldness cold-ness she had felt the past few days. She felt a new awareness of the young life threre and with it a desire came for her to raise her head once again. And the sun warmed deeper and she held her head up higher and called to her children. "Come my children, my citizens, lift up your, eyes ... We must go forward now. We must continue with our work. Let us do what must be done." We must plan more trips, work at the horse races, dress up our homes and gardens, teach the children, keep the records, make beautiful wedding cakes, fix furnaces for the widows . . . We must carry on as Helen, Verna, Gladys, Vera, Clinton, Florence, and Bob would have us do . . . there must be weddings and golden weddings, births and birthday birth-day parties, socials andSen-ior andSen-ior Citizens activities and we can do all of these things while still honoring their sweet memories. As the Proud Lady lifted her head upward . . .upward there was a new dawn, an- other beautiful Milford day -a new beginning for her and for all of her children. Once more, as in her past, it was her people who made her proud, her people whose support had lifted her head, her people had once again made Milford a dear, dear Lady to all who knew her. |