ernie faust - who was he?
Earnest Guy Foust was born in Hill City Minnesota on the day after Thanksgiving, November 27, 1910.
He had two children with his first wife, Lois and Becky.
In the entrance to his five acre lot in Castle Valley, prominently displayed for all to see was a stone with the words "God's little acre" inscribed on its face. He worked tirelessly on his property and despite his obvious handicap having only one leg, he built a remarkable home in just a few years. He willingly shared everything he had. When he succumbed, he gave everything he had to others. Per the request of his daughter Lois, the "God's little acre" stone was placed at the head of his grave. Ernie loved sunrises, so a morning funeral was planned. And a pine box was affectionately made for his final resting place in the Castle Valley Cemetery.
He was a man with a big heart and little in earthly possessions to give, but all he had, he willingly contributed.
I was just a young man at that time. He achieved much despite the difficult life conditions he had to bear. My recollection is that he worked hard and received very little in return. Good neighbors treated him kindly as they should, however. Seventh-day Adventists in the valley shared their produce with him and visited his home at times. The Montague family watched out for Ernie, as well. I remember my mother preparing a plate of Thanksgiving supper for Ernie, which he gratefully received.
We all are better for knowing him.
Good Morning God
You are ushering in another day,
Untouched and freshly new
So here I come to ask You, God,
If You'll renew me, too
Forgive the many errors
That I made yesterday
And Let me try again, dear God,
To walk closer in Thy way
But, Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own
So take my hand and hold it tight
For I can't walk alone!
by Helen Steiner Rice
He had two children with his first wife, Lois and Becky.
In the entrance to his five acre lot in Castle Valley, prominently displayed for all to see was a stone with the words "God's little acre" inscribed on its face. He worked tirelessly on his property and despite his obvious handicap having only one leg, he built a remarkable home in just a few years. He willingly shared everything he had. When he succumbed, he gave everything he had to others. Per the request of his daughter Lois, the "God's little acre" stone was placed at the head of his grave. Ernie loved sunrises, so a morning funeral was planned. And a pine box was affectionately made for his final resting place in the Castle Valley Cemetery.
He was a man with a big heart and little in earthly possessions to give, but all he had, he willingly contributed.
I was just a young man at that time. He achieved much despite the difficult life conditions he had to bear. My recollection is that he worked hard and received very little in return. Good neighbors treated him kindly as they should, however. Seventh-day Adventists in the valley shared their produce with him and visited his home at times. The Montague family watched out for Ernie, as well. I remember my mother preparing a plate of Thanksgiving supper for Ernie, which he gratefully received.
We all are better for knowing him.
Good Morning God
You are ushering in another day,
Untouched and freshly new
So here I come to ask You, God,
If You'll renew me, too
Forgive the many errors
That I made yesterday
And Let me try again, dear God,
To walk closer in Thy way
But, Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own
So take my hand and hold it tight
For I can't walk alone!
by Helen Steiner Rice
