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ÜÛÜÜÛßÜÛÜ°Ü ß      To a family who lived off the land
ß ß²ß°Ü         She thrived in her humble surroundings
ÛܱÛß       Though her life was not privileged or grand 
 ÜÛ²ÛÜ Üß                A learned woman she wasn't 
  ßßßß         For it was not the way of those days 
ܱ²Ü    Yet her wisdom was vast and her thinking so keen 
ßÛÛß              In so many practical ways 
ß          I'm sure she had grand expectations
           And dreams that were never to be 
        But she was content with her lot in life 
        And of that the whole world could see 
                   She nourished not one but two families 
                      For her first was taken too soon 
                 Yet when she was needed in times of despair 
                    In her heart she found plenty of room 
             For the motherless children of a quiet, gentle man 
                     With whom she would share her life
       And for many a year, through trials and joy
            She was a good mother and wife 
                 Her talents were many, her failures so few 
                    And her heart was as deep as the sea 
              There was never a doubt where her priorities lay 
                    To her God, to her church and family 
                  Now don't get me wrong, she was stubborn 
                       And she always spoke her mind Ü
                  And you couldn't get very much past her ÜÛÛÜ
                 Though I'll admit we tried time after time ß²°ß
                   She ruled her domain with a firm hand ÜÜÜÜ
                    Still her lap was a comforting place Üß ßÛ±Ûß
                For the scrapes and the tears of my childhood Ü Ü²±ß²
                    As she'd put a small smile on my face °ÜÜß°ÜÛÜ Ü
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      Or how she struggled so hard her last years    ²±°Üß ßß²ÜÜÛÛ
       And I wish she were still here beside me  ÜßÛÜßÜÜÜÜÜßÛß ß
            But her memory erases my tears      ÜÜÜÛ° ÛÛ ÜÜßÜÜÜ
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This one's in memory of one "hell of a woman"...  My Grandma 
                            Callie ÷ 1899-1984      
  With very special thanks to Kit, a hell of a woman in her own right  ÷ LB