Gloria was my special aunt, my Daddy Elias's older sister by 13 years. She and Grammie (my Daddy's mom) were the closest relatives to me. She was always there for me since my birth in 1963. She loved to bring joy to others, to give little thoughtful gifts and cards. She loved to play the piano with me and sing the old songs She was always smiling and was a good cook. She liked to collect pretty dolls, named each one. The one pictured with her in the photo here was named Precious.
Gloria cared for her mom (Grammie) doing all she could to help her. Grammie had arthritis, which worsened as she got older and Gloria was always doing things to bring her comfort and joy. When her mom had to go into a nursing home, Gloria would go and visit her every day and stay as long as she could. She was very loved and gave love to all of us. She cared very much for everyone around her, especially those at her church. She would give us the cutest cards with special notes saying she loved us. She loved old-fashioned cards, especially cards with cute children.
My earliest memory was with Gloria. The year must have been 1965, Mom (Lorraine) and Daddy (Elias) had gone up to Presque Isle, ME, to my Grandma Florence Laing's funeral. My brother David and I were staying with Grammie and Gloria. I was about 2. They lived in Brooklyn, NY, which was beautiful then.
Tree-lined streets, nice parks, everything very clean and nice. We lived in Forrest Hills, a good half hour away by subway. Gloria would give me little round candies that came in a tube. I would pour them out on the floor and then put them one by one in my mouth. She would say not to do that, but she still gave me little candies in pretty containers. I can still see in my mind one time when it was bedtime, she laid down on the bed next to me and told me a story. It was dark, but I felt safe with her. After a story, she would always sing songs to me. She always told me that Jesus loved me, to be a good girl, to read my Bible and pray. We would listen to Faith For Today together and The Voice of Prophecy. When I was older, she always seemed happy to have a visit or phone call. She always was telling me that Jesus loves me.
Gloria told a lot of stories to David and me. She was a great story teller. She was always happy and very kind. She liked to sing the old songs to us children. She and Daddy (Elias) would sing The Holy City, Glory For Me, Until Then, Ivory Palaces, Far Beyond the Sun / Más Allá del Sol and many other hymns. She had a poem that she liked to read to me about what would it have been like if Jesus had not come. I don't know the name of it, but the memory of that has always made me appreciate Jesus' great sacrifice to us. She really liked the song "Without Him," the lyrics have always touch my heart.
Without Him
Without Him I could do nothing
Without Him I'd surely fail
Without Him I would be drifting
Like a ship without a sail
Without Him I would be dying
Without Him I'd be enslaved
Without Him life would be worthless
But with Jesus thank God I'm saved
Oh Jesus, oh Jesus
Do you know Him today
Please don't turn Him away
Oh Jesus, my Jesus
Without Him how lost I would be
Without Him how lost I would be
Grammie told us a story about how Gloria was stranded on the subway on the night of the Great Northeast Blackout of 1965. She was alone in the city, in the dark, not able to take the subway as planned. Grammie prayed constantly that she would arrive home safe and she did. A scary night for them, but God protected her. (http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/the-great-northeast-blackout)
Grammie would ask Gloria to sing the old songs like "The Grandfather's Clock" and warsongs from WWII. Our favorite song she sang was called "The Little Shirt My Mother Made for Me." It was a very cute song.
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
Oh I shant forget the day that I was born,
Twas on a cold and frosty winter's morn
The doctor said I was a chubby chap,
but when the nurse she laid me on her lap.
Then she washed me all over I remember.
And after powder-puffing me you see,
She laid me in the cradle near the fender
In the little shirt my mother made for me.
When I began to crawl it was a sight.
I used to frighten mother 'morn till night.
There's no mistake, I was a little curse,
'Cause when my father, he came home from work
Every day he would say, "Where's little Sam got?"
And down the kitchen happy as could be,
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my mother made for me.
The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks,
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks.
I looked a little picture they did say,
But when they let me out to run and play.
Oh, I didn't like the pants that I was wearin',
So on the street I took 'em off you see.
And I started walkin' home so brave and darin'
In the little shirt my mother made for me.
When I was on my holiday,
Upon the briny ocean I would play.
The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but in a minute. Oh,
All the girls on the beach at me were staring
And some were taking snapshots I could see.
Twas a good job for me that I was wearing
The little shirt my mother made for me.
When first they told me I to school must go,
I did not like the teacher you must know.
I played the truant once, oh dear,
The master shouted, "Buggins, you come here!"
Then the whip came down wallop on me,
There's no mistake in spoiling my pedigree
I had the map of England printed nicely on me
Near the little shirt my mother made for me.
I can't wait to meet Aunt Gloria when Jesus calls her forth. She was a blessing to us all and I thank the Lord for the gift of Gloria in our lives. I will always remember her singing Grammie's favorite song "No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus."