Abiah his wife,
Lie here interred,
They lived lovingly together in wedlock
And without an estate or any gainful employment,
By constant labor and honest industry
Maintained a large family comfortably,
And brought up thirteen children and seven
From this instance, reader,
Be encouraged to diligence in thy calling,
And distrust not Providence.
He was a pious and prudent man;
She a discreet and virtuous woman.
Their youngest son,
In filial regard to their memory,
Places this stone.
The original inscription have been nearly
A number of citizens
Erected this monument, as a mark of respect
The “illustrious author” is Benjamin Franklin.
Ellen has a cancerous tumor on her right kidney. Surgery is scheduled for Friday, with a “procedure” in preparation on Thursday (tying off a blood vessel leading to or from the kidney, I think). The cancer does not seem to have spread, so we have hopes for a swift and uncomplicated recovery. Prayers and good thoughts appreciated.
I am, of course, very worried. So now and again I escape into writing. I don’t think the writing is very good, but it’s comforting. I’m still looking for a good title for the Christmas play story. Right now I like Scrooge’s Christmas Yarn. But Knot for Christmas is a contender.