We had some amazing prayer meetings. One time we were having a meeting in Ernest and Annalee's house (where we almost always had them) and we began to pray for Grandpa to be able to hear. The spirit told us to note the time on the clock on the wall. It seems like it was 10:00 PM. The next day we were at Grandpas house, and we ask him how his hearing was. He said with a big grin, "Last night about 10:00 o'clock my ears popped, and I could hear." Amazing answers to prayer was not uncommon back then. We were young, new Christians, and just believed when the Bible said it, it was an indisputable fact, and we acted on it. We took authority over the devil and told him to flee and he would flee. I believe we need to return to our first love, and reclaim our place in this spiritual battle.

Good bye Grandma.
I am happy I was able to see you before you left us.
I remember you from when I was just a child, your house on Jones creek rd. The Christmas and Thanksgiving holidays linger in my memories. I remember a very large christmas tree with so much tinsel on it that it took what seemed like days to put it all together. The tree had sooo many gifts under it that we could hide amongst them playing hide and seek. I remember how you would be in the kitchen and call me over to let me sneak a taste of that delicious food you always treated us to for the holidays, I can still see you with a spoon of something I only knew was delicious to eat waiting for me to run over to get a mouth full, your loving smile and happy eyes ... I have always missed you grandma.
We never saw eachother again until last spring when I had a dream of you, and decided I should visit.
It is sad how things turned out, you were the only grandmother I knew and that only as a young child. But I have always thought of you, always.
I love the memories of you and I truely hope you are at peace.
Your grandson,
Michael
P.S.
I have always wanted to tell you that I am sorry for ruining you wringer washer outside, little boys should know better then to put lizards through those rollers.

In loving memory of my Mother, Alice Elizabeth Graeber

 Alice Elizabeth Graeber, 89, of Grants Pass, OR, passed away at Highland House on December 29, 2012.

 The memorial service was held at 3:00 p.m. at Valley Rogue Christian Center. Glenn Graeber officiating. 
  Alice was born to James and Dahlia Armstrong in Chamberino, New Mexico, on April 21, 1923. Alice was married to Virgil Otto Herman Graeber in 1938, and were together for around 21 years and bore seven children, James Dalton, Leslie Eugene, Virgil Glenn, Bennie Michael, Carol Jean, David Paul (passed at 6 months) and Junior (Still Born). Several years after Alice and Virgil were divorced, Alice met and in 1958 married a great man, Robert Leonard (Bob) Mills and were blessed with one child, Robert Leonard Mills Jr.  Alice was a devoted homemaker, wife, and mother. She enjoyed baking, sewing, and raising children and grandchildren. She was also actively involved in Her church. She brought her children up to love and trust God, and She was a faithful prayer warrior.

 Alice is survived by her sons James Dalton Graeber, Leslie Eugene Graeber, Virgil Glenn Graeber, Bennie Michael Graeber, Robert Leonard Mills Jr. and numerous grandchildren; great-grandchildren; great-great-grandchildren; and many nieces and nephews.

 Alice is preceded in death by her first husband, Virgil Graeber, and her husband, Robert Leonard Mills; daughter, Carol Jean Young; and her two sons David Graeber, and Junior Graeber.

 Although Alice will be greatly missed, we have hope of a better day on the other side of this life.Through Jesus Christ, our lord and Savior we have a promise of a great reunion over in glory............ This is only a temporary separation.

My first Christmas memory

  The first Christmas I can remember I was around 5 years old. We were  poorer than church mice, and mom was raising us alone, If I remember correctly Dad was away in the Navy. We were not looking forward to much of a Christmas, but true to her loving way, Mom built us a wooden wagon, and painted it red. I can't remember much more about that Christmas, but I know my Mom with her Love and abounding skills made it a great one.
  If I wanted to say anything else about my Mom, I guess it would be Thank you Jesus, for being the image my Mom reflected in all aspects of Her life. Mom you will be greatly missed, but I have a hope, and a promise, and some day we will be together again. Love you - your second, Les