Lydia Elisabeth “Betty” Sweet was my mum. She was born on February 11, 1919, in Erie, the second of four daughters to Henry T. and Mae Learn Sweet.
“Astrology impels, it does not compel”, so said the syndicated representative who appeared for years in our daily newspaper. That said, I do recall reading that Aquarians were natural dreamers, but that some of them would live against type. Mum was one who, ultimately, did.
While we’d collected more than one of Mum’s creations these three gems had been nearly lost to the ether until, as the family historian, our cousin Lydia Todd recently unearthed and sent them to me in a letter. Especially devoted to Mum, Lydia shares her birthday.
Though the poems were written in 1935, when she was 16, I can’t help but think about what eventually unfolded only four years hence in the United States: the Great Depression. Just prior to that tectonic shift in reality Mum had been hot on the trail of a dressmaking career, and would win a contest whose prize would have been a trip to New York.
Herewith her prophetic state of mind and heart, just before the door slammed on all those dreams.
“A Sonnet to Nadine Elisabeth Moon”
by Betty Sweet, about 1935
I saw a babe this afternoon
So dear, so loving, and so sweet
Lying there, so clean and neat
Ah! She is proud to be a Moon!
I’m sure she’ll show a smile soon
And, find enjoyment in her feet.
Her parents (surely, it is meet!)
Are proud, and hum a happy tune.
This babe, so pure and innocent
Knows nothing of what life will bring
Into her life, just now begun
Ah! Grant that she, whom God has sent
May live for Him and always sing
Of Him, the true and faithful One.
“God is Near”
by Betty Sweet 1935
As each morning dawns, anew
Filling the sky with a ruddy hue;
I know God is near.
When the sun is at its height
Revealing God’s great strength and might,
I know God is near.
Even when the sun sinks down
Silencing the country, lake and town
I know God is near.
When at midnight’s smallest hour
I feel God’s matchless love and power
I know God is near.
by Betty Sweet 1935
“Trusting”
Trusting Jesus, all along life’s way
Trusting Jesus, each and every day.
Trusting Jesus, whether sad or gay
Trusting, all life’s way.
by Betty Sweet.
Had Mum not been determined to live a life of faithfulness to Jesus, like her own mother before her, I am certain that I would not even be here today. Her model of what many termed “a Godly life” kept each of us in the family from coming apart, and taught us resistance to those things which would bring down our very lives. She led an honorable, committed life, both to her God, our father, and to us as her children, sacrificing her every want and need in deference to ours. Have not met another like her, since. ❤ Mum.
© 1/16/18 Ruth Ann Scanzillo, quoting her mother, their author. Please respect our family. Thank you.
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She sounds wonderful in every way! A great matriarch! 🙂
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Thanks, OF. Mum was the quintessential. She forsook everything she might have wanted, for us.
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MEANTIME: Am trying to get rid of that dorky Dr Zhivago Gravatar, but the template no longer lets me replace the photo. I can’t even bring back the one which was there, originally! Know anything about why this is? Thnx OF!
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Strange, I wonder if you’re logged into Gravatar properly? I had a few odd experiences with it before, but now mine is working fine, I just signed in, and it showed me all the older pictures and the option to choose one, good luck! Xx
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Showed all the older pictures, too?? I see no option for that. Oh, dear.
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Okay, just updated the photo at Gravatar, but it still shows the goofy fuzzy at WP. Hmm
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I’m seeing the change! If you refresh the page it should update, the computer references the earlier version sometimes 🙂
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Very pretty! 💕
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Lovely story, Ruth, about a person who seems at once distant and familiar. The world has changed so much, but not its heart. If anything, this story reminds me of the importance of coming from that heart space…
Peace
Michael
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Thank you, Michael. My mother was an outstanding soul, no public persona, just a mother who devoted her every breath to her family. We see that so little, anymore, I fear. Thanks for the read! Your most recent piece was another brilliant and vivid and striking thing, like everything you write. Your philosophical genius is self evident.
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