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A Tribute to Jeanette Hausser

My great-aunt Jeanette went to heaven last Sunday, September 14. She died of cancer at the age of 94. When I was just an itty-bitty thing we lived in Cedarville, near Aunt Jeanette. I don't remember her from then, but I'm sure I loved her! Then when I was in 1st and 2nd grade, we again lived in Cedarville. Every Friday night her family came to our house for supper and every Sunday we went to their house for dinner. I'll have to admit I don't have a lot of specific memories of her from that time, just that I remember that Fridays and Sundays were the best days of the week!

Then I went to Cedarville University (College back then) and I lived with Aunt Jeanette for my freshman and sophomore years. Again, Sundays were my favorite day! All of her children and grandkids who lived in the area came for dinner. Even when I moved into the dorm, I still showed up for Sunday dinner.

Aunt Jeanette was such a kind, gentle person who could see the humor in every situation. She was tender-hearted, but also very strong. She faced many difficulties in life: her husband died in his 50's, her oldest son was killed in a motorcycle accident, and her 2nd oldest son has struggled with some serious illnesses including a kidney transplant with the kidney donated by his sister. Through it all her faith has been strong.

She always knew how to have fun. This picture is an example. We were at Aunt Jeanette's for Easter in 2005. Daniel and Suzanne were in high school, John and I in our 40's, and she and her brother, Uncle Carl, in their 90's. She got eggs and egg dying stuff and we dyed eggs even though all of us were well beyond the typical age for egg dying!

Perhaps the best thing about going to Aunt Jeanette's house (aside from the lasagna!) was sitting at the table or out on the porch talking. Long summer evenings on the porch swing are synonymous with being at Aunt Jeanette's house.

My brother, in a letter he posted on a website about her illnes, said that for us gypsies who roamed the world her house was always the center of our world, our anchor no matter how far we roamed.

I will miss you, Aunt Jeanette! But I look forward to the day when I can sit on the porch of your mansion and we can sit on the swing and talk and talk. That will be the day!