SIBLINGS

"Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something."

Lemony Snicket

Pen name of American author Daniel Handler.   1970 - 

Photo taken 31 October 2021

LEGACY

“We will not hide them from their descendants; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, His power, and the wonders He has done.” PSALM 78:4

It is a blessing to be able to visit often and decorate the graves of my parents and grandparents.  In fact, there are several great aunts and uncles in the same section of Arlington Memorial Park, which leads me to believe my Linch grandfather was thinking *legacy* 

I am thankful that my parents were vocal and intentional with their faith, leading by example and by instruction.  I believe that they prayed for their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren by name.  I know one of my mother's prayers was that the disobedient would *get caught,* and thereby, be able to made amends sooner.

There exists a fantastic library to be shared, full of Bible commentaries and treastises to read and study.

It is a double blessing when you are related by blood (cognate) to those with whom you are related in Christ.

"And this is eternal life, that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent. "JOHN 17:3

 

Linch, Albert O., Dr.

The Jackson Progress-Argus March 10, 1960

Dr. A. O. Linch, Butts County GA Native, Buried At Arlington Memorial Park, Atlanta

     Dr. Albert O. Linch, prominent Atlanta doctor and native of Butts County, being born at Flovilla on December 17, 1901, was buried at Arlington Cemetery Sunday afternoon, February 28. Funeral services had been held at Spring Hill with Dr. Nat G. Long, pastor of the Druid Hills Methodist Church and Dr. Louie D. Newton, pastor of the Druid Hills Baptist Church officiating.
     Dr. Linch had been in declining health from a heart ailment for a long time which dated back 10 years ago when he suffered a heart attack following a strenuous day of surgery at a U. S. Military Hospital in France. He had volunteered his services soon after Pearl Harbor and served more than four years with the Army Medical Corps. He landed with the first invasion forces in North Africa, saw duty on the Anzio Beachhead and at Monte Casino, then became a casualty himself as his unit, the 43rd General Hospital known as the Emory Unit, moved northward with General Patch's Army through central France.
     Dr. Linch was invalided home and warned by his medical colleagues that unless he gave up his professional career he could not live but a short while. Despite this prediction, he resumed the practice until the day before he died. He was at his office ministering to his patients when the final attack came on Thursday and he died the following day, February 26, at a private hospital.
     Following his graduation from high school, he began a two year pre-med course at the University of Georgia and graduated from Emory Medical College in 1925. He began practicing medicine in Atlanta in 1927 following his internship at Grady Hospital.
     Dr. Linch lived at 835 Oakdale Road, N.E. and was a Steward of Druid Hills Methodist Church. He was a former president of the Fulton County Medical Society, a member of the American College of Surgeons and the American Medical Association. He was also a member of the Medical Association of Georgia, Fifth District Medical Society, Phi Beta Pi Medical Fraternity, Yaarab Temple of the Shrine, and the Atlanta Athletic Club.
     Survivors include his wife, Mrs. Dorcas Giles Linch; daughter, Mrs. W. D. Jordan, Atlanta; sister, Mrs. B. P. Stovall, Atlanta, and Miss Eugenia Linch, Winston Salem, N. C.; brothers, W. E. Linch, Rome; H. L. Linch, Atlanta; Frank Linch, editor and publisher of the Weekly Advertiser, McDonough; Samuel H. Linch, of Silver Springs, Md., and three grandchildren.

Remembering JS Jordan, Sr, MD

 

WHAT I MEANT

“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”

Robert McCloskey

American writer/illustrator

1914-2003

National Daughter's Day

 

So, so proud of these young ladies!!

Years ago I prayed specifically ....

that each grow to become a Christian woman,

strong in her faith, taking dominion and

    leading others to Christ in the 21st century.

Praising God for answers to prayer!!

And now a little secular humor

Women are like tea bags — they don’t know how strong they are until they’re in hot water.

Virginia Apgar

American Physician

1909 - 1974

Sunday by George Herbert

 O Day most calm, most bright,
The fruit of this, the next worlds bud,
Th’ indorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his bloud;
The couch of time; cares balm and bay:
The week were dark, but for thy light:
                  Thy torch doth show the way.

                  The other dayes and thou
Make up one man; whose face thou art,
Knocking at heaven with thy brow:
The worky-daies are the back-part;
The burden of the week lies there,
Making the whole to stoup and bow,
                  Till thy release appeare.

                  Man had straight forward gone
To endlesse death: but thou dost pull
And turn us round to look on one,
Whom, if we were not very dull,
We could not choose but look on still;
Since there is no place so alone,
                  The which he doth not fill.

                  Sundaies the pillars are,
On which heav’ns palace arched lies:
The other dayes fill up the spare
And hollow room with vanities.
They are the fruitfull beds and borders
In Gods rich garden: that is bare,
                  Which parts their ranks and orders.

                  The Sundaies of mans life,
Thredded together on times string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternall glorious King.
On Sunday heavens gate stands ope:
Blessings are plentifull and rife,
                  More plentifull then hope.

                  This day my Saviour rose,
And did inclose this light for his:
That, as each beast his manger knows,
Man might not of his fodder misse.
Christ hath took in this piece of ground,
And made a garden there for those
                  Who want herbs for their wound.

                  The rest of our Creation
Our great Redeemer did remove
With the same shake, which at his passion
Did th’ earth and all things with it move.
As Sampson bore the doores away,
Christs hands, though nail’d, wrought our salvation,
                  And did unhinge that day.

                  The brightnesse of that day
We sullied by our foul offence:
Wherefore that robe we cast away,
Having a new at his expence,
Whose drops of bloud paid the full price,
That was requir’d to make us gay,
                  And fit for Paradise.

                  Thou art a day of mirth:
And where the Week-dayes trail on ground,
Thy flight is higher, as thy birth.
O let me take thee at the bound,
Leaping with thee from sev’n to sev’n,
Till that we both, being toss’d from earth, 

                  Flie hand in hand to heav’n! 

from The Temple (1633)