It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the End of our journey, He is also at every stopping place.
Elisabeth ElliotThis memorial website was created to remember my grandmother, Mary Lee Smith who was born in Stoneville, N.C. on November 30, 1908 and passed away on January 19, 2007 at the age of 98. Check out the sections to the left and right. I plan to add more text to the Life Story page and more photos as I can. You are welcome to add your photos to the Gallery page.
Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old homescenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
Old time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
As I travel on life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.
