Saying goodbye to dear old friends is never easy. Thats what this building has felt like to me for many years, A very dear friend. I grew up in this beautiful place and made so many great friends and memories here throughout my life. My testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ began here, and many precious events that have blessed and shaped my life took place here. I remember so many wonderful things...easter egg hunts, primary activities, young women activities, Relief Society Bazars, Primary Christmas Programs with visits from Santa. It was here that I fell in love with my eternal companion. It was there Sitting in the Chapel that our eyes first met and our future determined. We held our reception in the old cultural hall. It was in this building that I was called to serve Young women who were no more that a year younger that me. Opportunities to serve and grow here were such blessings in my life. We held my parents 50th wedding anniversary here, and danced the night away on my fathers 80th Birthday here a couple of years ago with family and friends. As I walk through the halls of this very special place, in my mind I can see teachers, friends and loved ones who have shaped my life and I reminisce about the great times we shared here. I hear the voices and see the faces of teachers who are no longer among us. Their lessons of love filled with great conviction and testimony will live on. I miss them. I will certainly miss this beautiful old place, but will carry always with me the wonderful scenes that have taken place here and precious memories that have been made.
Lone, stalwart, towering,
still in mellow strength undaunted,
Giant of earlier days,
strong in thew and sinew,
age creeps on you, ivy-tendriled,
Age your headsman's axe
Dust of ages long ago
clings about you now at last.
You have marched thus far with time,
but-Death awaits you!
Silent--
the rooms are cold,
Not a window blinks with light.
You were not made for pavements.
Vastness and bluebonnet vista were yours.
the past you served,
your vision ever forward.
You die and serve the future so;
your death-- A birth and a memory!
Killers come to you
with bars and hammers;
They pry, loosen, and throw.
Soon half will be gone, soon all.
Do you hear the voices of the past?
Are you mourners only the ghosts of ages gone?
That shovel shrieking, and grunting
is digging your grave --
Proudly descend!
By Meredith Neill Posey
WE WILL MISS YOU DEAR FRIEND
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