When We Meet Again

This is my dear friend, Everett Fowler, 90 years old, and a WWII veteran. I am writing his memoirs, sharing his memories of a world that has vastly changed over his lifetime. His wife passed six years ago, and he is now in a nursing home, waiting for the Lord to call him home. I am trying to share a picture of life as he has known it. Here's a little glimpse of When We Meet Again Memories of a Life Well Lived:

My name is Everett Fowler. I’m ninety years old at the time of this writing, and I’d like to share a glimpse of the things I’ve seen, and life as I have known it. There have been so many changes over these ninety years that I’m sure some of you won’t even recognize the world I grew up in, but I believe we all need to remember where we’ve come from in order to appreciate where we are and what we have now.

I’ve always said I’m just a transplanted farmer. It doesn’t matter how many years I spent in the banking industry, or working in the mills, or in the army even. At heart, I’m just a transplanted farmer. You can learn a lot while living on a farm. The seasons of change and the cycles of life are never more visible than on a farm.

Those were simpler times in many ways. Oh yes, it was a harder life, but it was a time when right was right, and wrong was wrong, when things were just what they seemed. And God’s creation was largely undisturbed.

Stop by again sometime for another peek! My hope, my prayer is that we can finish his story and have it published before he passes, so he can hold a copy in his hands. That would be just one more blessing in a lifetime of blessings.