Articles written by Jeri Shute
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A Portrait of my Mom
Mom would have been 114 years old February 28th, 2024. She wrote the last chapter in her book of life at age 96. The church was filled at her funeral service, a testament of her good life and many friends. Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren...
Memories of the Old Tree
The scraggly old cedar tree stands on the hill by the side of the road. It has stood there since my childhood, probably wondering if each new land owner would push it down and drag it away. In its younger days, it stood over the new soddy that the yo...
Funeral Musings
Many of the elderly frail ones die in the winter time. Grandpa A. J. always said, “If I can make it through March, I can live another year.” There were five deaths all in their eighties in one week. Rose, 83, has had Alzheimer’s disease and has b...
The Storyteller
In earlier times before the people had a written language, it was the duty of certain elders to be storytellers. Their life’s work would be to tell over and over again in the exact words, stories of the history of the tribe. This was regarded of u...