Our Heritage

JAN 8 2026 Our Heritage

My grandfather was a carpenter among many other things. He was also a first generation American who was born in Chicago and grew up in the city. His father had emigrated to America seeking a better life. He met his mother there in Chicago and they became a family. When my grampa was 14 he left home and began working on his own. He worked in a soap factory and the stockyards and delivered new vehicles across country and then the depression hit. He rode the rails. He was a hobo. He worked odd jobs all over the country. He went to California. He worked on a ranch. He worked as a cook in a hamburger joint. He avoided certain states because they would put hobos on chain gangs. He landed back in a small town in Illinois south of Chicago, because his father had lost his work in the city and his parents moved to this town. Towns then were still very ethnic. This town was predominantly French. They couldn't pronounce or spell Polish names so his name changed. My grampa became by use a different last name. He was originally born another name related to a very famous college basketball coach. Anyway grampa met my gramma who

lived in this town. Her father worked for the railroad there. They met and married. And almost immediately they moved to a town outside this town and WW2 hit. Grampa farmed and raised 4 kids. Gramma struggled to keep food on the table. But they survived. Then 22 years after they married I was born. I still have vague childhood memories of being on gramma and grampa's farmhouse. I loved it there it was I remember. It was always fun to see gramma. I wouldn't be here but for a combination of impossible events that brought all of us together. You must realize how important you are in this vastly humongous universe. Though you are but a speck of foam on the ocean, God knows every word before you speak it. That's his mind. He's greater than AI. AI will never be able to read the minds of man. Although they've tried. What is in the human heart is unfathomable. Machines that run mathematical computations at blinding speeds at great numbers, cannot match the divine knowledge of God. The reason? Man is who created these machines. And his intellect is limited. “Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be. I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this.” He has loved each of us with an everlasting love. His love never fails, and will endure for eternity. In going to heaven we will find a place of perfect love that will be our home forever. How marvelous! How wonderful! I am happy to say I am his.