Marie Jackson, 82, of Oswego, died Wednesday, March 7, 2012 in Oswego Hospital.
Mrs. Jackson was born in Oswego, the daughter of the late Michael and Sophie (Zayown) Jackson. She was a former sales clerk at JoAnn Fabrics, Oswego.
Mrs. Jackson is survived by her daughters, Barbara Earhart and Nancy Gilbert, both of Oswego; her brother, Frank Jackson of Arizona; her sister, Virginia Kudrna, of North Dakota; and three grandchildren, Erick, Brittany, and Megan.
She was predeceased by three brothers, John, Stanley, and Joseph Jackson.
Funeral services and burial will be private. Arrangements are in the care of the Sugar & Scanlon Funeral Home, Oswego.
I’ve logged a lot of time in the car lately, driving till my back is stiff and my hip is locked up.
I knew this year would be difficult, commuting to work and driving the kids to school regularly. Even though the weather’s been cooperative for the most part, the months have taken their toll. I’m tuckered out.
One problem is that I’ve run out of things to think about on the drive. The music all sounds the same. The stations blur together until they sound like a horse fly buzzing my head on a hot August day.
I’m tired of books-on-tape and positive thinking. I’m physically tired enough that my mind doesn’t have the energy to fight the creeping negativity of slush and partly-cloudy.
The words fly off my lips
for all the hope he brings.
A bird guidebook confirms my hunch:
the flicker is our only woodpecker
that feeds on the ground,
not venturing this way
‘til backyards of green appear.
There’s no denying it now –
Spring is coming!
See him hopping from spot to spot:
giddy as a toddler,
joyful as I to be his witness.
Watch him drilling into earth:
the first of us to break ground
for its sustenance.
Note the red V on his neck:
a welcomed scarlet letter,
moving like a piston.
Hear his pivotal message: Go deeper, he urges, deeper.
“But as for me, I almost lost my footing. My feet were slipping, and I was almost gone. For I envied the proud when I saw them prosper despite their wickedness.” — Psalm 73:2-3
The writer of Psalm 73 was guilty of something that has been common even among believers. He fell prey to envy. He became susceptible to this sin when he took his eyes off his creator and began looking at the people around him.
As he did, he began to see many who appeared to be better off than he. The fact that they were unbelievers, living their lives with no regard for the Living God simply made matters worse. Why should they prosper when he suffered every day?
He began to envy and envy is a sin that never sees things clearly. It has selective vision. Envy sees only those who appear to be or to have more than I do or something that I desire.
Geneva L. Kempston, 92, of Fulton, died Thursday, March 8, 2012 at her home following a brief illness.
A native of Oswego, she had resided in Fulton most of her life. Mrs. Kempston was a communicant of Holy Trinity Church in Fulton and a member of Catholic Daughters of the Americas, Court Pere LeMoyne #833.
She was predeceased by her husband, Robert S. Kempston; sons, Richard and Louis Kempston; and brothers, Walter, Vincent and Rev. Philip Lavere.
Ruby J. Bucher, 93, of Fair Haven and formerly of Greenbrook, N.J., died Wednesday, March 7, 2012 at St. Luke Health Services in Oswego.
Born June 18, 1918 in Walton, N.Y., Mrs. Bucher resided most of her life in Greenbrook before moving to Fair Haven several years ago. She managed a popular retail business in Plainfield, N.J. for 52 years before retiring 25 years ago.