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| Looking at this picture now still gives me chills and it just doesn't seem possible. |
Later... we heard the rest of the story.
This tragic fire took place in New Brunswick, Canada. My Gram, who is blind and 90 years old, was home alone on Sunday afternoon. She was waiting for my mother's weekly phone call, sitting in her chair, with the phone in her hand, when she heard what sounded like something falling off the roof. She got up to go outside when the fire alarm began to go off. She left the kitchen, walked through the porch, past the fuse box, and through fire and flames reached the outside porch. My aunt, who lives just down the hill, had run up to try to get Gram out. She had been banging on the windows and could not get through the door. She heard a noise and turned to see my Gram standing on the porch steps, bewildered at what was going on. My aunt grabbed my Gram and helped her walk to safety, and minutes later the porch was in flames, as can be seen in the above picture. My Gram's animals, a cat and a dog did not make it out of the fire. The dog was found on the porch that my Gram walked through!
Gram did not have any smell of smoke or fire on her clothes and was completely unharmed. It has been a miracle that we have rejoiced over, even as we have grieved the loss of the 103-year old home. My Gram moved there when she was married, living there for 73 years! All of it, gone, in just a few minutes. Treasures, keepsakes, pictures, memories, a lifetime of living, gone in just a few moments of time. My Aunt Jenny lived with her as well and had all of her life's possessions in that home too. Gone in a short moment of time. One of my uncles had just finished putting in over 10 cords of wood in the basement for the winter. Gone... in just a few moments of time. Treasures and keepsakes brought over from Denmark by my great-grandparents when they emigrated to Canada, gone... in just a few moments of time.
But the miraculous thing is that my Gram was able to get out. Even the dog, who was on the porch, did not make it out. But Gram did. Gram has been telling everyone that the Lord got her out, and we believe that the Lord walked her through the fire on the porch, and kept her safe. Later, when you see the video, you will see what my aunt saw as she was running up the hill to try to get my Gram out. She couldn't get to her. But the Lord walked with Gram out of that fire, and we are so thankful to have Gram with us today! At 90 years old, she has become an evangelist, telling everyone what the Lord did for her!
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| A picture of Gram with her cat just a few days before the fire. She loved this kitty, and it sadly did not survive the fire, was found in my Gram's bedroom. Had my Gram been taking a Sunday afternoon nap with kitty, it would have been a different story. But she was sitting up, waiting on my Mom's phone call. God's hand of provision! |
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The old home sitting up on the hill, in all of Fall's glory.
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A recent picture of my Mom and Dad with my Gram and Aunt Jenny.
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| Out of the flames, a page from the book. |
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| This devotion was found in the fire... an incredible thing for all of us to see! |
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| One of the earliest finds was this beautiful devotion that survived the fire, with one of my favorite scriptures on it, Isaiah 26:3 "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee." I had mentioned this verse in my last post, as a verse that was bringing peace to all of us as we mourned the loss of this home full of such treasured memories. And, the Lord truly has been the support, the glue, the foundation, and the strength for my Gram and Aunt Jenny as they've had to cope with the immensity of this loss in their life. |
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| More relics found from the fire... |
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| This picture of our family was also found! |
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| Another picture found, fire-damaged, but of my Mom, my Gram and myself. |
The Old House on the Hill
A wooden
beacon of love
Standing
tall on the winding steep hill
Its
stance intact for over one hundred years
With
doors always open and its heart always full.
This
was a home of the extraordinary
As God-fearing
and hardworking Fred and Eva
Knit
this home together in kindness and love
With
generous doses of love and fun
That
flowed from its inward being.
The oversized kitchen table with room for just one more
Fed
many a hungry belly until they could eat no more
And
not just with food for the body
But
laughter, love, and great joy
Rich
nourishment for the soul.
Oh
if those walls could only talk once again
And
share the memories within
Whispers
of late-night conversations
Music
played from the living room piano
Steps
that ran up and down the stairs
Pitter-patter
of furry animals that lived there
Yes,
there were the pranks that were played
Jokes
that were told, meals that were cooked
All
while sharing great fellowship and love.
Little
toddlers happily played, darting around
With
treats on the sly when parents weren’t looking
Mounds
of food graced that table
With
the kitchen always open, night or day.
And
even if one couldn’t eat another bite
Somehow
they were pressed to make room for more.
Cries
of praise and prayer daily lifted their wings
To
the lofty heights of heaven’s throne room
From
the generous rooms of this home.
While
the creaky floors held their own secrets
And
walls burst with their knowledge
Joy
ran its river out the banks of its doors.
Outside
great blooms and flowers swung on the porch
With
many birds and bees enjoying their bliss,
Apple
trees in fall shared their harvest
While
wild strawberries in spring were a sweet treat.
Large
pastures brought in loads of hay
And
baseball games played with cow patty bases
Kept
energetic grandkids entertained.
Always
a bit of excitement when a car sped up the drive
Gram
would peer out the large picture window
In the anticipation of a visitor from afar, a friend or a child
Coming
to visit and brighten up her day.
She
knew the cars by their sound in later years
When
her eye’s light grew dim with darkness and shadows.
The
large chair by the window became her resting place
And
she managed the world of her home
With
careful scrutiny from that chair.
Nothing
missed her gaze and she could spot
A
hungry stomach a mile away and insist it get fed.
Oh
the games that were played at that kitchen table
Skip-Bo
and Rummikub the family favorites
Helping
hands came often to prepare meals
in
later years and to provide company for Gram
As
darkness and quiet pervaded her world.
The
company of their help a great blessing.
The
old homestead sat ready for winter
With
its large appetite for wood satisfied
Down
in the dark basement below.
Fall
had settled in for a visit while
Winter
was just a cold breath away.
But
suddenly on that beautiful Fall day
the
home’s sturdy beams now lay under piles of ash,
as
the old house crumbled beneath
the heat of the flames,
its
doors never to open again
or
its walls to hear the sound of voices
mingled
in laughter, praise, and delight.
But
even though the old home’s remains
lie
dark in ashes deep
its
voice will ne’er grow silent
and
its memories will forever speak
For
its grandest work was done in the hearts
Of
each one whose footsteps it did greet.
The
memories made over one hundred years
Live
on in sweet places deep within our hearts.
Its
grandest days on earth may have ended
But
its greatest work will last forever
In
the hearts of those who loved and lived here.
Indeed,
the greatest lesson
this
old house aches to share
with
all who mourn its loss
is
one that we too, all must learn.
The
lesson is simple yet diligent in its task
It
speaks to us today a message,
Listen
close and hear its groan
as
this old house whispers its last bequest:
“Nothing
on earth will remain the same
But
your soul and its eternity
Will
be that which forever will last.”
Marilyn Moseley, Granddaughter of Fred & Eva Skaarup
I went through some albums I have here with me, and found some old pictures I'd like to share with you of my grandparents and their home.
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| A picture of my Gram & Grampie on their 25th wedding anniversary. |
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| Danielle, with Grampie, and my Mom. |
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| Danielle's first visit to Canada, she was 18 months old, standing on the landing of the creaky old steps. |
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| The porch was filled with beautiful flowers! |
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| Here is a picture with my dear uncle who passed in a tragic accident 8 years ago, and my Grampie who has been gone for almost 20 years... my Gram busy working in the background... and you can see that table piled with food. Good times! |
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| From a little child, Danielle loved the piano, here she is trying to play, while my Mom plays the piano in the living room. Many happy hours were spent with piano music, as my mother, many of my aunts and cousins play the piano. |
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| This was the last time I saw my Gram, back in 2018, as we were saying our goodbyes. She was sitting in her chair, and it was hard for her to see us all leave, even though we'd had such a wonderful time. We had plans to be there this summer for her 90th birthday celebration, but covid changed all that. |
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| Ryan with Gram, saying goodbye in 2018. |
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| My precious Gram... I miss her so much. We are so thankful that the Lord saved her from the fire, and pray that we can all make it back to visit her someday when all this covid stuff has settled down. |
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| Please keep my Gram and Aunt Jenny in your prayers, this is a difficult time for them, yet the peace from the Lord that passes all understanding is giving them strength for the days ahead. Isaiah 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee. |
