IN MEMORY OF:
Phoebe Ellen Wachter Routley
February 5, 1917
When I think about my grandmother, I am constantly in wonder at her strength and patience in raising ten children. She and my grandfather began their family in 1933, she was barely 17, and the country was in the midst of the Great Depression.
I wish I had known her during this time. Her youth gave her the optimism to face each morning. Her unconditional love for her children nourished their character. Her ability to find joy in the simple things in life taught them what is really important: family.
This photo of her is my favorite because it seems to capture a rare moment, a few seconds really, of alone time. A mental recharge before tackling the next challenge or tending to one of the children.
She was the rock. The foundation our family was built on. I was truly blessed to have her for a grandmother. And 94 years ago this world was blessed with her birth.
Happy birthday grandma. You are loved and missed.
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