Tributes to Lucy Marie Sorensen Stucki Sperry
Being an author means there are many ways to accomplish the task at hand. Whether you are writing an essay, placing the finishing touches on a book, or completing a lifelong epitaph of your personal journey, you have the power to create emotion, document history, and make something great by carefully selecting words.
In a similar way, putting your touch on people’s lives has the capacity to evoke emotion, tender feelings, sentiments, and a sensational response in life. You may not see that reaction immediately. I promise you won’t see it right away, but you will see a significant change over time. That is the crux of Grandma Stucki. She had the wisdom to see potential in us all, and she had the patience to love us until we saw it too.
There have been many things written about my grandma. She was an awesome, forward-thinking woman in her day and a successful business owner. I would like to share one story about her that my dad used to tell me. There was a young woman who came to the store looking for a job. She was kind of plain and didn’t have much self-esteem or confidence at the time. But my grandma hired her and kind of took this woman under her wing (so to speak) to teach this young woman about business, confidence, and self-care. Her confidence grew, and she became an instrumental contributor to the success and longevity of the business. Some years later, a man came into the Laries store and asked to speak with my grandma. He told her that he was the husband of thisyoung woman, and he thanked her for helping her become someone of value. He said that my grandma had changed her life and, by association, changed his life and their children’s lives, because she had taken the time to see the value in this woman and make her feel worthwhile.
That’s the kind of person my grandma is.
My dad wrote a good deal about his mother in his journal, including the following:
Mother was always eager to learn and devised unique ways to accomplish this despite having many mundane things to do. Barbara recalls how, whenever Mother ironed, she taped a poem or thought up on the wall in front of her so she could memorize it "Barefoot boy with cheek so tan ... " was one of these poems. In this way she was much like our father who also loved to memorize and recite poems...
In a similar way, putting your touch on people’s lives has the capacity to evoke emotion, tender feelings, sentiments, and a sensational response in life. You may not see that reaction immediately. I promise you won’t see it right away, but you will see a significant change over time. That is the crux of Grandma Stucki. She had the wisdom to see potential in us all, and she had the patience to love us until we saw it too.
There have been many things written about my grandma. She was an awesome, forward-thinking woman in her day and a successful business owner. I would like to share one story about her that my dad used to tell me. There was a young woman who came to the store looking for a job. She was kind of plain and didn’t have much self-esteem or confidence at the time. But my grandma hired her and kind of took this woman under her wing (so to speak) to teach this young woman about business, confidence, and self-care. Her confidence grew, and she became an instrumental contributor to the success and longevity of the business. Some years later, a man came into the Laries store and asked to speak with my grandma. He told her that he was the husband of thisyoung woman, and he thanked her for helping her become someone of value. He said that my grandma had changed her life and, by association, changed his life and their children’s lives, because she had taken the time to see the value in this woman and make her feel worthwhile.
That’s the kind of person my grandma is.
My dad wrote a good deal about his mother in his journal, including the following:
Mother was always eager to learn and devised unique ways to accomplish this despite having many mundane things to do. Barbara recalls how, whenever Mother ironed, she taped a poem or thought up on the wall in front of her so she could memorize it "Barefoot boy with cheek so tan ... " was one of these poems. In this way she was much like our father who also loved to memorize and recite poems...
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