Little Epistle Real Beauty

My friend Martin Guitar and I were talking about beauty. Martin is a sentimental guy, and quoted this from Joe Cocker’s, hit “You are so beautiful.”

Which for some reason reminded me of this saying and of this woman’s story. The saying is, “Life is a Grindstone, and whether it wears us down or polishes us up depends on what we are made of.” And the woman, her name was Caroline.

On the surface Caroline was a slim beautiful young woman living in a large comfortable home on her father’s farm. They dined on fine china, and enjoyed the good life.

But what was she inside? The years would tell.

She married. Their first child died. Seventeen years later her beloved husband died leaving her with six children. Four months later her mother died.

In 1919 Caroline’s sister died six hours after giving birth to a son. Caroline took the baby and reared him as her own. They named him Leon Weston. They called him Pete.

Less than a month later Caroline’s beautiful 18 year old daughter died. Her singing had drawn praise from a New York opera company. She chose love and marriage. Now the lovely voice was stilled, and the voice of the baby developing inside her was never heard.

The accumulated losses preyed on Caroline’s own health. She developed diabetes and lived the rest of her life on a strict diet and three injections of insulin every day.

Caroline and her sister had married brothers. It was fitting the widow and widower should marry, to rear the blended family of fourteen children.

Caroline’s second husband died from a farm chemical that ate away his flesh inside and out in a week.

Caroline and the children ran the farm and survived. And succeeded in creating a happy home where friends loved to gather. The children all said later that they never felt poor.

Another widower married Caroline to care for her. A few weeks later he had a stroke, and became an invalid. Caroline cared for him for five years. He died.

During all this she served as Relief Society president in her church for 18 years giving care and consolation to families who had troubles in the twelve square miles that was their ward.

Caroline paid the bills by selling eggs from her flock of 1,000 chickens. She loved the chickens that laid eggs. She liked the ones who didn’t lay. She liked them especially for Sunday dinner.

She survived the great depression by self reliance. She refused government help. When the well broke her boys hauled water in buckets for the family and the chickens until she saved enough money to fix the well.

She survived the pain in her legs and feet from gangrene and diabetes.

She survived in part by a cheerful outlook and determination to never complain.

Fittingly, she is best remembered because of chickens. Little Pete who once helped peddle her eggs became the father of Kentucky Fried Chicken. He helped pay for a building that blesses lives throughout America and many nations. The Brigham Young University Division of Continuing Education. The building and the worldwide correspondence carry the name of Pete’s beloved aunt/mother Carrie.

Caroline Hemenway Harman; the grinding wheel of life polished the beauty within her. The eternal beauty

Money can buy happiness

Little Epistle: Money can buy happines
“The best things in life don’t cost any money, and you can’t buy them at the store.

It may sound strange, and it may sound funny, but listen while I tell you more.”

Those are lines I wrote for a song a while back, and I believe them.

But there are also some pretty good things you can buy with money. Ask Pete Harman. Pete is the man who put wings and a turbojet thruster on Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Pete Harman loved to make money, and he loved to spend it.

Pete’s way of making and enjoying money was this. He worked hard, and got ahead of the game by living comfortably but not ostentatiously.

Fairly soon he was prosperous enough to spend on his favorite pastime. He’d go to the tough part of a city and see the young men and women lounging around out of work, out of money, and mostly out of hope.
He’d pick out one of them, and the conversation would go something like this.

Pete, “How would you like to have your own restaurant business?”

Person, “How would like a knuckle sandwich?”

“I’m serious. Can you throw chicken?”

“I can throw anything.”

“If you want to work, I’ll build a fried chicken restaurant on that corner over there. I’ll put up the money. You run it, and we’ll split the profits.”

They would sign the papers, build the franchise, and soon the young entrepreneur and Pete would have their picture in the company magazine as another success story.

He also spent money on charities, civic and educational programs, and other worthy projects.

Pete didn’t love the money. He loved the people he could help, and the good he could do with the money.

One of the great moments of his life was to see the beautiful new Brigham Young University building for continuing education, and see etched in marble the name of the person he so loved and honored. I’ll tell you next time who and why she was.

But for now, that’s how money can buy happiness.

(To be continued)

Follow Me

This is a little song I wrote a few years ago. People have asked me to share it. Here are the words with chords. Oops, I see the program grouped all the chords together. Sorry about that, but I think a few times through and you can hear when to change chords.
If you want a piano score, send me your email, and I’ll see if I can send it as an attachment.
click the picture to hear the tune. (You knew that already right?)

Follow Me
Duane E. Hiatt
Copyright 1995

c Em F C
Jesus came to Galilee
F C D7 G7
He found Peter by the sea
c Em F C
And the sons of Zebedee
F C G7 C
He said to them, “Follow Me

Follow me, follow me,
F C G7
Leave your nets and follow me
Treasures for eternity
F C G7 C
Will be yours, come follow me

Peter, Andrew, James, and Jude
Matthew and Bartholomew
All disciples good and true
Did just what he asked them to

Follow me, follow me,
Leave your work and follow me
Treasures for eternity
Will be yours, come follow me

So he calls to us today
Get down on your knees and pray
Listen and you’ll hear him say
I’m the truth, the light, the way

Follow me, follow me,
Leave your cares and follow me
Treasures for eternity
Will be yours, come follow me