Mom was married November 5, 1949 to my father, Clarence Robert Hager in Baltimore, Md.  They were both baptised as Jehovah's Witnesses in 1951.  It soon became apparent to a very shy woman who never thought she could "minister" door to door due to her shyness that she wanted to be what witnesses call a "pioneer".  A full time preacher of the "Good News"  Matthew 24: 14  A pioneer devotes many hours, now 90 a month to teaching people the bible.  The story is that my mother started to study with witnesses that came to her door showing her that God had a personal name found in "her" bible at Psalm 83:18...the witness had to absorb the objection that mom gave that "you have your God and I have mine"...the witness asked her what the name of her God was and when she said God...the witness showed her the above scripture and my mom just exhaled and said she wanted to know more.
She was best friends with Betty Welsh (now deceased) at the time and although they were close, mom had withheld the knowledge of her "bible study" until finally she could not contain her delight that she so wanted to share with her friend.  Mom went to her house prepared with Bible and book in hand and when Betty opened the door she "spied" a green book on her TV that looked curiously like hers...she literally shouted going through the door..."Betty...are you studying with Jehovah's Witnesses"?  Her friend cowered and said, "yes"...Mom shouted, "so am I"...well, the story continues to their sharing a friendship without cause for ending.  When Betty got sick and actually chose to end her life by coming off of machines that were keeping her alive, mom went into a severe depression becoming so angry at Betty that she had "chosen" to end her life, she had me remove her picture from her bedroom...One day she said, "I'm not mad at Betty anymore, you can put her picture back in my room".  I really think it was because Betty's grand-daughter and great grand-daughter were in there too.  She loved Crystal and Kristyanna as much as she loved Betty.  I'm so glad Michael and Crystal were able to see Mom before she died...the balloons over Mommy's hospital bed were from them.  They were a "rainbow" in my life and still are.  Thanks Michael and Crystal Barton for you love and for your dear lil' family!  Stay in my life please.  It will mean so much to me. 
Mom had pioneered for 22 years at her best count.  It was said by almost "all" who knew her that her smile was her best quality and they also said, "she never had an unkind word to say about anyone or thing."  Mom was a peaceful person and always said I must be the lesser one...I wondered why no one that I was "angry" with had a mom who told "them" they had to be the lesser one, but I practiced that the best I could and have been happy for it.  In fact I try to pass that one thing on to my grandchildren because it can diffuse much. 
Gigi was not the talker like her daughter but when she spoke...you listened.  She spoke "gems"...she had a humour that was quiet but still you laughed, never at her but with her. 

She impressed her friend Doris Shumaker early in her life...that mom was so tiny carrying around her baby door to door that it influenced her own desire to pioneer...she had many pioneer partners that were inspired by her "ministry"...
I gravitate to the words..."Read God's word daily"...Mom was indeed a reader.  She fancied herself to have never missed reading the watchtower for most of her life...when her eyes failed because of diabetes she regretted not being able to enjoy reading. 
As many roads that she took, just to find out where they lead...that's how may avenues she investigated in Jehovah's organization.

She was the daughter of George Merchant Rouse and Margaret M. Rouse Nee Clark.  She had a brother George M. Rouse, Jr. who died at 11 years old in an auto accident.  Two sisters, Norma Jean and Ida Florence.  They preceeded her in death and only Norma had children...Randy, Tommy and Diane. 
Her sister Ida came into the truth after telling her for many years that she "wasn't ready"...finally one year when I was about nine...we visited her from the eastern shore of Md. and as soon as she opened the door she said, "I'm ready"...she asked to come live with us in Cordova, Md. because she knew she couldn't stay fast to her "committment" living where she did.  She soon was baptised and well, I think everyone in Baltimore knew my Aunt Ida. 
She has one dearly loved cousin still residing in Jackson, Ohio who is in the truth and one "annointed" relative that is unknown whereabouts. 
Dad finally made good his dedication in McConnellsburg and fell ill but died faithful.  Mommy has left behind many who loved her and I love all of them because they now "make my world".