The grandchildren opened a new world for both our parents: a world which one was to enjoy for a space all too brief, the other through long years, in which she was to be to the youngest generation a lamp of wisdom, a flame of warmth and tenderness, a fountain of joy.
Among the memory pictures of this time is one of her sitting at her desk, laboring at her endless correspondence; beside her, on the floor, the baby of the period, equally absorbed in the contents of the waste-paper basket.
Or we see the tall figure of the Doctor
, stooping in the doorway between the two houses, a crowing child on his shoulders, old face and young alight with merriment.
These were Richards
grandbabes; the Hall
children were the summer delight of the grandparents, as they and their mother usually spent the summer at Oak Glen
“Friday, September 13
. Before I open even my New Testament to-day, I must make record of the joyful birth of Flossy's little son [Samuel Prescott Hall].... God bless this dear little child!
May he bring peace and love....”
“ During the confinement I could not think of anything divine or spiritual.
It was Nature's grim, mechanical, traditional task.
But now that it is over, my heart remembers that Life is not precious without God, and the living soul just given stands related to the quickening spirit.”
“... I can get little time for study, as I must help ”