CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
Sybil Sanders Niemann died recently. We were both Gibson County kids, but I did not know her, for she went to Patoka High School and I went to Oakland City. I probably saw her, though, for, it was noted in her obituary, she was a Patoka cheer leader. She would have been there when Oakland City played basketball at Patoka, or when they came to our gym. I probably thought she was cute.
She was an accomplished woman, only one of two women in her IU dental school class of 87. She taught dentistry at the University of Arkansas and at the IU School of Dentistry in Indianapolis.
What caught my attention, though, was the phrase in her obituary, “She died at the old home place in rural Patoka.”
“The old home place” is such a wonderful and evocative phrase. We all have an old home place. I can’t go back to mine, literally. It is gone, strip-mined into oblivion. Except in my memory, where it beckons, and where it takes me in, whenever I need to go there.
I’m pleased to know that cute cheer leader got to return to the old home place.
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