Elizabeth was a farm girl raised from West Virginia soil.
She spent her days toiling like a man and not a girl.
Her mother and father had the old-world ways.
She learned to be a thrifty girl and save throughout her days.
She never was a “waster” but her family's needs she heeded.
She generously gave them the things they truly needed.
Her needs and wants were few indeed. A simple life she shared.
To her people mattered they knew she really cared.
She knew the family history of every girl and boy.
To have such a memory was a blessing and a joy.
Oh, how wonderful her stories of life in days gone by.
Why you could sit and listen and the hours they would fly.
Her poetry was lovely in verse that was her own.
She would write for hours in a quiet place alone.
Songs to give her courage when life was hard to bear.
Words that would lift her heart up to God in prayer.
What will this world say about this woman so fair?
One who will do her part anytime and anywhere.
She is loved by family and friends both far and near.
Yes, Elizabeth is special. That is the words we will hear.
Now she has been gathered to her home in heaven's land.
Like those West Virginia hills heaven is majestic and so grand.
We contemplate the beauty of such a loving soul.
And commit her to our Father who is always in control.
Matthew 11:28
Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
(Photo Elizabeth Wolfenbarger McConihay 1923-2017 Poet and Farmer)
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