i stopped in the lane by the widow’s hut……..one small room with a woodstove and a cot………..a few tattered cothes that hung on nails in various spots………a table and chair, a candle and a small wooden box…….that held her Bible………

she mended clothes and sold items that had been given to her by villagers………she was loved and respected for her adherence to her faith and her work ethic……..all her family were gone…………

i brought her wood from time to time and at Christmas i always brought two dozen large candles that would last her through the year……she said that gift gave her just enough light that she could read her Bible before retiring………they were just candles but they meant everything to her and her devotion got me intersested in reading the Bible and i think of ”Old Mary”….every time i do…….