Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Poems for Mother's Day
From "Writings" by Carrie "Cree" Probst ©1985
MY MOTHER
She was tall with dark eyes and high forehead.
She was quiet––she put on no airs.
Her forehead was wrinkled from worry.
No wonder––she had many cares.
And oft when I go back in memory,
She was tall with dark eyes and high forehead.
She was quiet––she put on no airs.
Her forehead was wrinkled from worry.
No wonder––she had many cares.
And oft when I go back in memory,
I think of her work day by day.
I think of how each morn without failure,
Dad would come home to her bedroom and say,
"Come on, Jane, the teakettle's boiling."
And that was her signal to rise,
And stir up the mush for our breakfast,
And try to get us to do likewise.
Her life was a lifetime of labor.
Each day brought its own work to do.
There was washing and ironing and mending,
And choring and gardening, too.
There was sewing and sweeping and cooking.
She just seemed to never stand still.
And often things must have looked useless,
Like pushing a load up a hill.
But she kept on; no work was too tiring.
No task seemed too heavy to bear.
So long as she had strength to do it,
If worked called, she always was there.
Nine children she raised––what a mission!
One was called back a long time ago,
Leaving sorrow to add to her burdens.
What she suffered we never shall know.
Let us build on the start that she gave us,
In her failings find ways to improve.
For we know she would like nothing better,
Than to have us united in love.
(Written about my mother, Lara Jane Morris Wright)
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MY BABY
God gave her to me and I love her,
this dear little baby of mine.
Her face is as pure as an angel's.
Her eyes like stardust shine.
And when in my arms she is sleeping,
a feeling steals o'er my soul,
A feeling of awe and of reverence,
a love that knows not control.
And I pray in my heart for guidance,
that God will help me to be,
Forever aware that this baby's care,
is a privilege given to me.
I ask Him to make me worthy,
of the soul I'm entrusted to.
I ask Him to make me equal,
to the tasks that I needs must do.
As I hold her yet more closely,
my heart is torn with fears.
When I think of life's rugged pathway,
as she toddles along the years.
How I long to smooth that pathway,
and pluck out the thorns that tear.
How I long to remove temptation,
and leave only goodness there.
Could I strew her path with roses,
make all things pure and sweet.
My soul would lose it's anguish,
My joy would be complete.
But I know God watches over,
my sweet baby, day by day.
And with humble spirit,
can only kneel and pray.
Then I think of gentle Mary,
of the sacrifice she stood.
And something whispers softly,
"Have faith, for God is good."
I think of how each morn without failure,
Dad would come home to her bedroom and say,
"Come on, Jane, the teakettle's boiling."
And that was her signal to rise,
And stir up the mush for our breakfast,
And try to get us to do likewise.
Her life was a lifetime of labor.
Each day brought its own work to do.
There was washing and ironing and mending,
And choring and gardening, too.
There was sewing and sweeping and cooking.
She just seemed to never stand still.
And often things must have looked useless,
Like pushing a load up a hill.
But she kept on; no work was too tiring.
No task seemed too heavy to bear.
So long as she had strength to do it,
If worked called, she always was there.
Nine children she raised––what a mission!
One was called back a long time ago,
Leaving sorrow to add to her burdens.
What she suffered we never shall know.
Let us build on the start that she gave us,
In her failings find ways to improve.
For we know she would like nothing better,
Than to have us united in love.
(Written about my mother, Lara Jane Morris Wright)
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MY BABY
God gave her to me and I love her,
this dear little baby of mine.
Her face is as pure as an angel's.
Her eyes like stardust shine.
And when in my arms she is sleeping,
a feeling steals o'er my soul,
A feeling of awe and of reverence,
a love that knows not control.
And I pray in my heart for guidance,
that God will help me to be,
Forever aware that this baby's care,
is a privilege given to me.
I ask Him to make me worthy,
of the soul I'm entrusted to.
I ask Him to make me equal,
to the tasks that I needs must do.
As I hold her yet more closely,
my heart is torn with fears.
When I think of life's rugged pathway,
as she toddles along the years.
How I long to smooth that pathway,
and pluck out the thorns that tear.
How I long to remove temptation,
and leave only goodness there.
Could I strew her path with roses,
make all things pure and sweet.
My soul would lose it's anguish,
My joy would be complete.
But I know God watches over,
my sweet baby, day by day.
And with humble spirit,
can only kneel and pray.
Then I think of gentle Mary,
of the sacrifice she stood.
And something whispers softly,
"Have faith, for God is good."
Friday, January 29, 2010
The Probst Name (Pedigree)
The Probst line has been researched more than 12 generations back to 1518. Starting with Mr. and Mrs. Probst in Lützelflüh, Bern, Switzerland.
This information comes from the new.familysearch.org. If you've got additional information you'd like to share, please do so in the comment section.
This information comes from the new.familysearch.org. If you've got additional information you'd like to share, please do so in the comment section.
The format of the information is as follows:
Name (Wife's Name)
Birth - Death
Birth Place - Death Place
Birth - Death
Birth Place - Death Place
Mr. Probst (Mrs. Probst)
1518 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1518 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Johannes Jacob Probst (Anna Klichhofer)
1542 - 1577
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1542 - 1577
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Christen Probst (Magdalena Christen)
1616 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1616 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Michael Probst (Katharina Flackinger)
1649 - 1737
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1649 - 1737
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Ulrich Probst (Anna Lengehnegger)
1674 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1674 - ?
Lützelflüh, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Hans Ulrich Probst (Elisabeth Dietsch)
1695 - 1744
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1695 - 1744
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Jakob Probst (Verena Schindler)
1719 - 1803
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1719 - 1803
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Hans Probst (Magdalena Schertenlieb)
1753 - 1791
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
1753 - 1791
Bern, Switzerland - ?, Switzerland
Father of:
Johann Ulrich Probst (Anna Barbara Hess)
1798 - 1869
Bern, Switzerland - Bern, Switzerland
1798 - 1869
Bern, Switzerland - Bern, Switzerland
Father of:
Ulrich Probst (Anna Barbara Kiener)
1838 - 1923
Bern, Switzerland - Midway, Utah
1838 - 1923
Bern, Switzerland - Midway, Utah
Father of:
Jacob Probst (Mary Magdalena Huber)
1864 - 1950
Bern, Switzerland - Midway, Utah
1864 - 1950
Bern, Switzerland - Midway, Utah
Father of:
Karl Lorenzo Probst (Carrie "Cree" Sophia Wright)
1895 - 1986
Midway, Utah - Midway, Utah
1895 - 1986
Midway, Utah - Midway, Utah
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