Not long ago, I began the story of my greatgrandmother Sadie (Sarah) Scott Baker’s life.
(I tried to upload a vintage family photo but it was stubborn. I’ll try again another day.)

Anyway, alone, she raised her three sons and daughter but not without great effort and difficulty. I’m sure you can understand the struggles of a single mother around the turn of the twentieth century. Years after her children were raised, her errant husband (whom you recall was 16 years older than she) came home to her. No social security then and he was too old to work. And of course, she let him come home since they were still married and she had a kind heart.

One morning when he was suffering the aches of old age, he watched her get dressed and begin breakfast. As she did so, she was singing.

He said, “I wish I could get up singing. How do you do that?”

And her response: “You could. You just get up and start singing.”

I think that tells you a great deal of how my great-grandmother dealt with the challenges she met in her life.

I recall my own mother telling me this story. And more importantly living this story. There was always a lot of laughter in our home even in times of upheaval and sorrow.

My daughter came into my office a few months ago and told me she was having another migraine. (Unfortunately she inherited that from me.) And then she laughed. She said, “It’s good you taught me to laugh through the pain.”

So you see, Greatgrandma Sadie’s life is still influencing others for good.
A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength. Psalm 17:22