Rosine's Memory Wall
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There was nothing like - SUNDAY DINNERS - made by Rosine Long. She arose very early every Sunday to prepare the carrots, and potatoes, and the roast and place them in the oven (in the days before crock pots). Our Sunday dinner cooked all through Sunday School and church services. All this, plus make sure her three children were dressed and ready for church. (As an adult, I tried that at various times - it's a real challenge.) Often, we (as children) were allowed to bring a friend home with us from church to spend the day -and so they enjoyed our wonderful meal and fellowship as well. It is a pleasant memory and through the YEARS, on every Sunday - I think of those HAPPIER DAYS of REAL SUNDAY DINNERS with Mother and Dad and the entire family around the table. (Blessed is the Heart of Such a Mother and Blessed are the hands that fed us and toiled for us for so many years.) And, yes, BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART, FOR THEY SHALL SEE GOD. (Matthew -chapter 5)
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Cheryl Hosey
June 23rd, 2020 at 8:33am
I have at least two recurring memories of Rosine. She was my eldest sister, so I very much looked up to her. My first memory would be that when I was very young, probably only three or four, I had one of several surgeries for a cleft palate I was born with. I remember being in a baby or child's bed in the hospital. In those days there were stricter rules about siblings being allowed to visit. I remember standing up in my bed, holding onto the railing, and seeing Rosine standing in the doorway to my room, not allowed to come in. However, in my memory, she threw a paper airplane toward me. I actually go back and forth about whether this was a true memory or a dream I might have had once. Anyway, that "memory" ends there. This next one was no dream. - I can still see her walking around our parent's living room as an older teenager with a book on her head, to "improve her posture" I think. I thought it looked silly to me. I think she had Patty and maybe Carol doing it too! - We had good times many times at our house. I want to include something about our Mother. She would sometimes sing, "Count Your Blessings". When it came to the words, "Name them one by one", our Mother would then insert in the song the names of all of her children ; "Rosy-Patty-Carol-Johnny-Ellen-Marilyn", then continue with the rest of the song. She did this many times over a number of years, and it made a strong impression on me. Mostly, proof of her love and care for all of us.
John (Johnny) Corey, Brother of Rosine (Corey) Long
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John A. Corey
June 20th, 2020 at 5:48pm
Finally Home.
Just think of stepping on a shore and finding it heaven.
Of touching a hand and finding it God's
Of breathing new air and finding it's celestial.
Of waking up in glory and finding it home.
Michael Isbrecht
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Michael A Isbrecht
June 20th, 2020 at 5:02pm
What beautiful words you put together for your dear mother Cheryl Hosey. I remember those visits to Lima also. Aunt Rosy was always vibrant full of positive energy and optimism. I have no doubt her enthusiastic personality helped to lead and support the ministry of her husband and that she independently contributed her own gifts to both family and her community.
While we miss our dear loved ones tremendously here on earth and their closeness. It’s fulfilling to know their work is done here and they have been promoted to much bigger and better endeavors together with our loved ones in heaven and with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. May God be with all those close to Aunt Rosy at this time and allow you to feel peace and joy in your hearts at this time of her passing.
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Julie Liechty
June 20th, 2020 at 1:07pm
I remember that my Mom (Carol, one of Rosy’s sisters) would often comment on how smart “Aunt Rosy” was. I remember that, being the oldest of six siblings, my Aunt Rosy was often a leader in the family, coming to Grandma Corey’s house and making Uncle Charlie fix it up (I think it was the first time I had ever seen a bandsaw); and the rest of us got to paint. I remember as a young teen when she and Uncle Charlie came to stay at our house for a few days, how she encouraged me to keep playing the piano. Uncle Charlie’s jokes were unparalleled, and she would say, “Oh, Charlie!” And when she would say, “Well, Charlie has a sermon to write,” that meant that they had to say goodbye. Since this was before the days of word processors, I always thought about what an endless job all that sermon writing must have been, and I always wondered if Aunt Rosy might help if he ever found himself staring at a blank page. As her niece, I’m thankful that Aunt Rosy was one of those supportive adults in my life. She was a woman of grace, spunk, and character. –Ruth (Mumaugh) Nalliah
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Ruth Nalliah
June 20th, 2020 at 12:45pm
What a loving tribute to a wonderful, sweet, godly woman. Thinking of so many fond memories of Aunt Rosy and your family. Missing her, but rejoicing that she is now in heaven with her Savior, worshiping in glory we cannot begin to imagine.
With much love, Peggy McCord (Patty's daughter).
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Peggy McCord
June 20th, 2020 at 9:31am
