Climbing
the
Mountain
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Reminiscences of Margaret Wuerflein Klammer (1891-1985)
Written in 1976, her 85th year
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and so I chose it for my wedding long ago. It was a day full of
hope and dreams for the future. The Bible says: "Hope maketh
not ashamed," and as long as there is hope life will go on. With
dreams it is not so. Sometimes they fade and die and some dreams
turn into nightmares, but the morning comes and with it the sun-
shine and all is right with the world. Man goeth forth to work
and blesses his soul that the Lord has given another day to climb
upward on the mountain.
We have taken a wide detour. Coming back we see a new sign
that says: "Follow Me. I am the Way and will lead you in the
right path." We are getting higher and the going is getting
harder. The old bones get weary and would rather sit and rest
more and more often. We are getting closer to the top of the
mountain and are getting more lonely. The children we raised
and hoped would lighten our old age have left us to seek their
own fortune. Our prayers follow them wherever they go: Lord,
watch over them and keep them in Your way so that they, too,
will reach that high mountain top to be reunited with us in
eternity. If one or another has gone astray, dear Shepherd
of Your sheep, seek them and bring them back in the right way.
Thou only canst save."
We have been privileged to live here 45 years now, more than
half of our lifetime, and no doubt, we will be buried here on the
holy hill of St. Lorenz. It is indeed wonderful how God leads
His children. Many presidents have ruled this country in my
day, some better than others. Teddy Roosevelt was in office
when I came to this country. He was known as the man with the
big stick. This country was founded under God by the long ago
signers of the Declaration of Independence, but now evil men
and women are trying to remove the name of God from our govern-
ment. God shall laugh in His heaven!
Oh, I remember so much during the sleepless nights here in
this house which I call jail because of its many restrictions
and laws. In these frantic and confused times it is so pleasant
to remember the days of old. How dear to my heart are the scenes
of my childhood: In our woods there were blueberry patches,
also raspberries and strawberries, all wild, and we children
would go out with our buckets and pick what was in season. Some-
times mean boys would step in and mash up the patch out of spite,
but it didn't happen often.
I must rest here a while, the climbing is getting harder.
The eyes are getting dim and the ears dull, the hands shaky and
the head heavy. I guess I am getting into too many byways.
The Lord has been so good to me and when sometimes life gets
rough and I want to scream and grumble and complain, I get to
thinking how much I have to be thankful for and how wrong it is
to offend God Who does so very much for us. Even on to our old
age and hoary hair He never left us nor forsook us. "Praise the
Lord, oh my soul, and forget not all His benefits."
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