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My Mom, Beverly Gean Sellers Lushbaugh

BGIn memoriam of Beverly Gean Sellers Lushbaugh, my wonderful mom; who went to be with her Lord, June 9, 1990.

“UNAWARE of Reality”

Driving to the hospital unaware of reality around me;
Seeing freeway signs yet uncomprehending their meaning.
My mind races ahead to you…
What will I find when I get there?

There you are in the emergency room behind a temporary curtain
That keeps nothing private from anyone.
They come in wearing white coats, white shoes
And pull and prod and probe.
What will they find within you?

You writhe in pain that is relentless
And I can do nothing to help you.
I call for the nurse, the doctor;
They give you medication but it doesn’t help.
They order morphine and more tests.
What will they find with them?

Day after day goes by, six to be exact.
I drive back and forth listening to music
That I choose to sing along with
To keep my mind focused on Him.
Friends come and go, bring gifts, and call.
Flowers arrive with special messages of love
And loved ones sit and talk and wait. What will we find here tomorrow?
I tell you things I have always told you since I was a little girl:
“I love you, Mom. You’re the best Mom in the whole world!”
We recall moments of yesteryear
And laugh and cry and we
Reluctantly say good-bye.
I release you to my Creator and Father.
What will He find there?

Awakened suddenly.   No reason.
I am compelled to get up, get dressed, and get to you.
I am not the only one; dad is there, too.
Yes, you are there, but is this really you?
Pale, frail, unaware of reality around you,
Eyes closed; a rattle in your breathing now.

And while we are watching you,
The Lord sends an Angel for you.
We were unaware of the true reality around us,
Yet you saw it clearly with your eyes tightly closed!
Ushered into Heaven by the Lord Himself;
What will you find there?  Peace!
And I will find my Mother.
By Pamela Stephens, June, 1990 b-g-21


The Grand Trunk Western Railroad

get-attachmentOne of my grandmother’s stories about her husband I remember had to do with his hair…he had a “widow’s peak” hairline that he didn’t like, and so one day when shaving, he simply shaved it right off. Several days later, one of his “railroad buddies” said to him, “Hey, Zeke, you’re growing new hair on your head!” My grandfather calmly said, “Yeah, I bought some salve at the drug store, and it’s workin’ pretty good!” The next time they had a day off they all went to look for the new “hair salve” that grew Zeke some new hair!

.1024px-1887_C&GT_map_onlyZeke (bottom L)

Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about the railroad my grandfather worked on as a Conductor:

From Wikipedia: The Grand Trunk Western Railroad Company (reporting mark GTW) is an important American subsidiary of the Canadian National Railway(reporting mark CN) operating in Michigan, Illinois, Indiana and Ohio. Since a corporate restructuring in 1971 the railroad has been under CN’s subsidiary holding company the Grand Trunk Corporation. Grand Trunk Western’s routes are part of CN’s Midwest Division.[1] Its primary mainlinebetween Chicago, Illinois and Port Huron, Michigan serves as a connection between railroad interchanges in Chicago and rail lines in easternCanada and the Northeastern United States. The railroad’s extensive trackage in Detroit, Michigan and across southern lower Michigan has made it an essential link for the automotive industry as a hauler of parts and automobiles from manufacturing plants.

The Sellers Family


Willow Grove School, near Bremen, Marshall County Indiana  in 1898–  My grandfather and his siblings were just part of the children who attended this one-room school house in those days. Because they were many in number (5 out of 50) were “Sellers kids,” they most likely had lots of stories to tell about the days events! The black and white photo above shows my grandfather “Bliss Orville (Zeke) Sellers” on the left,  and his younger brother “Charles Welcome Sellers.” They were probably the source for many a silly prank or happening.  You can see it in their pose here, and I’ve been told it by my grandmother!  But my grandfather, who was a tender hearted man took in his younger brother when Charles left home at 14 yrs of age.  My grandfather worked on the Grand Trunk Railroad as a Conductor and cooked for himself in the caboose– I still have the small cast iron skillet he cooked everything on while he was away!

Zeke Sellers #2