Naomi Jane Shepard

Naomi Jane Shepard

There are 6 comments on the LancasterEagleGazette story from May 31, 2009, titled Naomi Jane Shepard. In it, LancasterEagleGazette reports that:

LANCASTER: Naomi Jane Shepard, 93, of Lancaster, passed away Thursday, May 28, 2009 in the Fairfield Medical Center.

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Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#1 Jun 17, 2009
I am the firstborn grandaughter to the blessed Naomi Jane Shepard. I was privileged to grow up under the care of this remarkable woman. If it had not been for grandma, I would not have known what it means to be a tenderhearted mother. Grandma lived a stoic simple life. Her philosophies were simple: treat others the way you want to be treated; pick yourself up and do what you have to do; work hard; serve society; don't spend what you don't have; find happiness in the work of your hands and in the joy of what you give to others. Grandma never buckled under adversity; she never gave up when everything and everyone around her was falling apart. She parted practical wisdom to help her family in time of need. She was always there for us, and made great effort to stay active and helpful in the lives of her daughters, her grandchildren, and even her great/great grandchildren. I remember her saintlike stoic qualities being a bulwark when family members faced tumultuous events. She protected; she nurtured; she instructed; she drove us to the pool and played games with us in the yard; she made cherry pies and jellies in the summer that were picked from grandpa's own cherry tree; she sat down with me and looked at magazines; she even scratched my back when I needed comforting; she spoke calming words of ease; she talked with me endlessly over doing the dishes (that is, after the table was "read"); the dishes she quickly washed with a swish, and then boiled water to rinse them free of all germs; I was the privileged one standing there with the dish towel to dry her wonderful dishes. "Now go wash your hands," she would say before I could help drying the dishes. Then, we would talk about wonderful things, venting things, the "things of life" until I thought that I had been in the presence of an amazing person. Oh, was she tidy. Everything she did was perfect. She was most quaint person I have ever known. Every wonderful object in her home had its special place: in the vanity; in the chest of drawers filled with goodies from bygone days; in the basement stored on the shelves. Grandma was just always pleasant and hopeful; she never gave in to the drudgery of pity, self lament, thoughts of "what could have been". She just lived her life, and that life was lived caring for others. This is how I want to remember my grandmother. I am looking forward to meeting her in heaven at her special heavenly cottage where I know that she is now dwelling in the presence of the Lord her God, and with her beloveds that have gone before her.
Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#2 Jun 17, 2009
I forgot to mention.....Naomi Jane Strohl Shepard was like a great Queen. May the goodness of her legacy live on and on through the lives she's touched.
Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#3 Jun 18, 2009
I am very troubled by the fact that no on in my family told me of my grandmother's death. My mother had my address. Why could she not simply send a policeman to my house to inform me of grandmother's death, if she was not able to do so herself? My grandmother died on my birthday, of all days. I feel so awful that I had not spoken to her prior to this time. I feel like my tears are swallowed up into oblivion, as no one even acknowledges my part....my importance to grandma. No one contacted me when my own grandmother passed on. No one acknowledged me as a family member. No one acknowledged the fact that my grandmother was special to me, and I to her. I would have loved to hear the tributes paid in her honor. Yes, I would have loved to hear that. I would have loved to say good-bye to my grandmother in my own way....by seeing her in her casket, by visiting her home one more time. By going through the special momentos and pieces in her home. No one invited me...not even my own mother.....no, not even her. Yet, during my youth, my mother certainly allowed her mother (my grandmother) to do a lot of the raising of my life. And, I thank God for that. My grandmother died two weeks ago, and I would not have even known that she died if I had not called her number, which was redirected to my aunt's household (who, by the way, was cold and curt with me and yet she was my favorite aunt as a child, whom I have not seen or spoke to in years). I was utterly in shock, with my mouth agape that this was the way I was finding out about my grandma’s death!!! She said that grandma left nothing for me....said nothing on my behalf....No, I was not even invited to see the treasured house where I spent a good part of a lot of my happiest days of youth. When were they even planning to tell me anyhow? I bought my grandmother Victorian birthday gifts, and had planned to call and ask her (last Wednesday, June 17, when I was redirected to my aunt) if I could share a Birthday with her this weekend (her Birthday is Sunday, June 21). As a child, grandma always gave us special times and celebrations. To me, everything she did was magical and full of wonderment. During her later years, I have tried to remember her with little gifts and cards that would remind her of the wonderful eternity God has for her in heaven. The gifts, though, simple, were symbolic of my heavenly hopes for her eternity, as I cannot even imagine heaven without my grandma. My daughter and I had planned to take grandma a Victorian birthday that included snap crackers, a Victorian 1940’s style dish towel, festive Victorian decorations, a quaint pastry, a vintage McCall’s magazine I purchased for her from ebay (in almost mint condition) from the 1940’s, and a delightful English thatched roof lighted cottage with a cute figurine in the window watering the foliage with a watering can, and in the other window, a precious tray of hot tea sitting out to cool. This little cottage reminds me of how I see grandma’s quaint little house in heaven. Her beloveds who went to be with God visit her there; someday, I being one of her special visitors where we will share special times talking and reminiscing about the good things that we experienced…….especially seeing Jesus face to face. In the past, I always witnessed to grandma, and shared the Scriptures with her. I used gifts to symbolize special eternal meanings (such as a key necklace that symbolized the key to her eternal home, a blue bird cookie jar that symbolized the beauty of nature she would see in heaven, etc., in hopes that she was thinking about meeting God, and preparing to do so. Yes, God gave her a lot of time to prepare before she died. Most of her friends and older family members went before her, and at the end, she was left alone with her thoughts.
Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#4 Jun 18, 2009
I would like to believe that I played an integral part in Naomi Jane Shepard’s life. I truly hope that I played a part in influencing the eternal outcome of her going to heaven to meet the Saviour face to face. I cannot believe for one minute that grandma would have wished me to be treated this way by family members. I would like to know how my mother can take it upon herself to treat me this way, and why no one insists on reaching out to me, knowing how cruel my mother can be. I cannot even call her because I know she will hold over my head the fact that I never told her my telephone number. However, she knew my address. There is no excuse for this behavior. No excuse whatsoever. My brother does not even contact me. Was Mark at the funeral? Was Julie? Was Jane? Was Joe? Was Mike? Was John? Were they acknowledged as being a part of grandma’s heritage/legacy? Why was I not even told? Why was I not even offered a program of the service? Why was I not even invited to her home to see this special place one more time (which I think should be made into a museum). What’s this all about? Greed? Pride? Vengeance? All of the above? To me, it’s simply about me saying good-bye to my grandmother in an honourable way…just as other friends and family members were allowed this opportunity. My grandma spoke many of the old sayings, and I remember them well today. One (of the many) was,“Don’t let me hear a peep out of you.”“In two shakes of a dead dog’s tail”….and another one….one that holds true to this pitiful disgusting piece of rejection and unnecessary dishonour to me…………”IT’S A DIRTY SHAME!”
Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#5 Jun 18, 2009
I am very troubled by the fact that no on in my family told me of my grandmother's death. My mother had my address. Why could she not simply send a policeman to my house to inform me of grandmother's death, if she was not able to do so herself? My grandmother died on my birthday, of all days. I feel so awful that I had not spoken to her prior to this time. I just feel so awful. I feel like my tears are swallowed up into oblivion, as no one even acknowledges my part....my importance to grandma. No one contacted me when my own grandmother passed on. No one acknowledged me as a family member. No one acknowledged the fact that my grandmother was special to me, and I to her. No one even offered to send me a program of the funeral services, or a dvd of the taped event. I would have loved to hear the tributes paid in her honor. Yes, I would have loved to hear that. I would have loved to say good-bye to my grandmother in my own way....by seeing her in her casket, by visiting her home one more time. By going through the special momentos and pieces in her home. No one invited me...not even my own mother.....no, not even her. Yet, during my youth, my mother certainly allowed her mother (my grandmother) to do a lot of the raising of my life. And, I thank God for that. Did my older brother contact me....?.....no. Did my younger sister contact me….?.....no. My grandmother died two weeks ago, and I would not have even known that she died if I had not called her number, which was redirected to my aunt's household (who, by the way, was cold and curt with me and yet she was my favorite aunt as a child, whom I have not seen or spoke to in years). I was utterly in shock, with my mouth agape that this was the way I was finding out about my grandma’s death!!! She said that grandma left nothing for me....said nothing on my behalf....No, I was not even invited to see the treasured house where I spent a good part of a lot of my happiest days of youth. When were they even planning to tell me anyhow? I bought my grandmother Victorian birthday gifts, and had planned to call and ask her (last Wednesday, June 17, when I was redirected to my aunt) if I could share a Birthday with her this weekend (her Birthday is Sunday, June 21). As a child, grandma always gave us special times and celebrations. To me, everything she did was magical and full of wonderment. During her later years, I have tried to remember her with little gifts and cards that would remind her of the wonderful eternity God has for her in heaven. The gifts, though, simple, were symbolic of my heavenly hopes for her eternity, as I cannot even imagine heaven without my grandma.
Vicki Hendrickson Burns

Dallas, TX

#6 Jun 18, 2009
My daughter and I had planned to take grandma a Victorian birthday that included snap crackers, a Victorian 1940’s style dish towel, festive Victorian decorations, a quaint pastry, a vintage McCall’s magazine I purchased for her from ebay (in almost mint condition) from the 1940’s, and a delightful English thatched roof lighted cottage with a cute figurine in the window watering the foliage with a watering can, and in the other window, a precious tray of hot tea sitting out to cool. This little cottage reminds me of how I see grandma’s quaint little house in heaven. Her beloveds who went to be with God visit her there; someday, I being one of her special visitors where we will share special times talking and reminiscing about the good things that we experienced…….especially seeing Jesus face to face. In the past, I always witnessed to grandma, and shared the Scriptures with her. I used gifts to symbolize special eternal meanings (such as a key necklace that symbolized the key to her eternal home, a blue bird cookie jar that symbolized the beauty of nature she would see in heaven, etc., in hopes that she was thinking about meeting God, and preparing to do so. Yes, God gave her a lot of time to prepare before she died. Most of her friends and older family members went before her, and at the end, she was left alone with her thoughts. I would like to believe that I played an integral part in Naomi Jane Shepard’s life. I truly hope that I played a part in influencing the eternal outcome of her going to heaven to meet the Saviour face to face. I cannot believe for one minute that grandma would have wished me to be treated this way by family members. When my grandfather died in 1996, I missed his funeral and good-bye also. My mother shunned me, and left me out of all the proceedings concerning his death. I would like to know how my mother can take it upon herself to treat me this way, and why no one insists on reaching out to me, knowing how cruel my mother can be. I cannot even call her because I know she will hold over my head the fact that I never told her my telephone number. However, she knew my address. There is no excuse for this behavior. No excuse whatsoever. My brother does not even contact me. Was Mark at the funeral? Was Julie? Was Jane? Was Joe? Was Mike? Was John? Were they acknowledged as being a part of grandma’s heritage/legacy? Why was I not even told? Why was I not even offered a program? Why was I not even invited to her home to see this special place one more time (which I think should be made into a museum). What’s this all about? Greed? Pride? Vengeance? All of the above (and more?)???? To me, it’s simply about me saying good-bye to my grandmother in an honourable way…just as other friends and family members were allowed this opportunity. My grandma spoke many of the old sayings, and I remember them well today. One (of the many) was,“Don’t let me hear a peep out of you.”“In two shakes of a dead dog’s tail”….and another one….one that holds true to this pitiful disgusting piece of rejection and unnecessary dishonour to me…………”IT’S A DIRTY SHAME!”

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