PLAIN VIEW HERITAGE FARM PRESENTS:

Joyce with her famous cheesecake

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Part I:

"The Gentle Dove,"

In Memoriam Tribute

to Joyce Marlene Ginther Bassett,

Passed to Glory June 30, 2018,

by Ronald Ginther,

Grateful Brother

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At three she waited for her dad,* hoping she would see him,

her expression expectant, then turning sad.

Days, weeks, months, years passed, he never came home again,

through that cabin door--

only the wolf of loneliness and lack

known to the orphaned, the forgotten elderly, or poor.

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A strange man came instead,

deceived and married her mother dear,

and he brought the family hurt, abuse, and hardship, until finally he was gone,

his cruel ways causing Joyce many a tear.

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Years sped by as she grew into her teens,

and her good looks and gentle ways attracted boys.

She had not known such kind attention,

so they made her feel wanted and special, though most all thought girls were mere toys.

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One young Army man was especially handsome and sweet,

and they fell in love seemingly, marrying, and then a move to an army base in West Germany.

Sorrow struck the happy couple soon in that foreign land,

it was if tragedy stalked them and laid on them

its cold, chilling hand:

their baby girl was born and then fell sick and died;

her husband lost his mind, the marriage ended--

where, oh where, was the Lord her Guide?

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The young widow flew back home to her native Washington,

found work, and tried to repair what the Devil had done;

she attended a fine church and, lo and behold,

met a rising evangelist whose witness was bold.

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Assistant to the church pastor, he and Joyce fell in love,

their mutual attraction and faith seemed to fit like a glove.

But the pastor sternly counseled the young man not to marry,

and Joyce lost him because he was discouraged

and trusted the pastor and took this "godly counsel" so arbitrary.

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Working to support herself, Joyce continued on,

living in Seattle with her sister, when she met a returning vet.

A former Marine, he sought and won the Gentle Dove,

and together they had five boys, and kept many a bird and feline pet.

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She toiled ably in department stores downtown,

attended a fine Pentecostal church with a lady pastor of Holy Spirit renown.

Joyce and her boys sang in the church choir,

and the years sped by, and the sadness of her former losses

seemed over, done, burned to ashes on a pyre.

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She worked hard in food service in Seattle's big, bustling Nordstrem store,

keeping the house rent paid and her home clean

cooking good meals--serving and loving,

the widow and lost child faded away distant and unseen.

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While the boys grew to manhood,

Joyce grew in love of Jesus and servanthood.

Though hard knocks of life, toil, and snares

came despite her best efforts and sacrifice,

yet nothing could shake her trust in Jesus

even when she turned a widow twice.

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Her praying mother was truly Holy Spirit led,

and Joyce's dying husband turned to Jesus on his deathbed.

Though he had claimed to be a Christian,

he confessed he had not been,

and prayed the Sinner's Prayer with her mother over the phone,

and all his sins of a lifetime,

Christ's blood did fully atone.

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Joyce's Savior and Lord became to her

all the more precious and dear,

when she was handed Old Glory folded, at the military gravesite so drear.

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Her home close by her mother was also near Kmart

where she was grateful to be hired,

and she attended her mother's church,

once her beloved, mentoring Seattle church lady-pastor retired.

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Her mother was serving God and man still

when she turned a ripe but still green-sapped 100 years of age,

a great thrill for all who knew her love

and the wisdom she exercised

by the Spirit like a Biblical, holy sage.

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Her mother prayed believing God's word

and with God truly had a direct line--

a good example Joyce followed,

believing God in prayer,

she could also say, "The Answer is mine!"

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Then her precious friend and mother

passed to glory at the age of 101,

and the Gentle Dove took the great loss,

we know confirmed by events, as though her own life's work was likewise done.

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However, eight more years she would live on,

but her health was faltering and breaking down;

the greatest joy she had was two grandchildren,

two lovely girls by a beauty from Peru

and her second to the youngest son.

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But a final joy was this:

she attended the 2018 Centennial of Plain View Farm.

her mother's and also her beloved grandparents' Dakota pioneer farm.

Though grown feeble and dependent on oxygen,

seeing God's hand clearly urging her to go,

she put on new white and blue "feathers" and flew

with her sister and brother to attend the event,

with only five weeks of life's trials left to go.

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Mother of six (one girl, five boys), Twice a Widow, Grandmother, Loving Daughter,

Fatherless Orphan, Sister, Aunt, True Friend,

she taught what's best, we who loved her can vouch, right to the end.

"What was it?" you ask, "did she teach after much loss

heartache, disappointment, and suffering?"

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"What was it?" you may ask, "that kept her going,

gave her hope and strength to meet each challenge,

and even a song to sing?"

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"Oh, for a closer walk with Thee,"

was the song she sang lifelong,

teaching by example that by trusting and obeying Jesus who is faithful and never fails,

you too can receive Jesus' strength and LIVE that song."

END

*Joyce's father was killed in the crash of his plane on January 9, 1947, when she was three years old. Her mother tells of how little Joyce would go to the screen door and look out each day for her Daddy to come home.

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"Just a Closer Walk With Thee,"

Public Domain,

by Unknown Author

"I am weak but Thou art strong,

Jesus keep me from all wrong.

I'll be satisfied as long

As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

[Refrain: "Just a closer walk with Thee

Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,

Daily walking close to Thee,

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be."]

"Through this world of toil and snares,

If I falter, Lord, who cares?

Who with me my burden shares?

None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

"When my feeble life is o'er,

Time for me will be no more.

Guide me gently, safely o'er,

To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore."

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Part II:

The Following Poem describes what "the Gentle Dove" felt about Plain View Farm where her mother and her parents and six sisters and two brothers lived in a godly, loving way that inspires us to this very day. Though on oxygen, she made the effort to attend the Centennial Reunion of Plain View Farm, held June 24-27, 2018. It was the last but most meaningful of her times on the historic family farmstead, and she made the most of it, though not knowing in five weeks she would be with the Lord Jesus her beloved Savior.

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"Isn't it Heaven?"

A Call to the Stadem Descendants to Come Home to Plain View Farm,

Dedicated to Matriarch-Centenarian Cora Stadem Taylor,

by her Nephew, Ronald Ginther

NOTE: WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE PUT THIS TO MUSIC? IS THERE ONE WHO WANTS TO GLORIFY GOD IN OUR FAMILIES WHO KNOWS MUSIC?

Columbines from Pearl Ginther's Garden

Isn’t it heaven when loved ones gather round?

Isn’t it heaven, like standing on holy ground?

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Don’t you hear them gently calling,

“Come on down to Plain View Farm?”

They’re children’s angels sweetly calling,

“Come share the joy, your heart will warm!”

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Leave the sad, old world behind,

Come on down to Plain View Farm!

There you’ll ne’er regret nor pine—-

Your soul’s safe haven, it cannot harm.

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Out on the Prairie the heart calls Home

(tho’ fondness cling to distant things),

renew the bond and cease to roam,

join in the fellowship that Jesus brings.

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Beneath His cross we’ll gather close

And pray and sing, clasped hand in hand.

And down will fly sweet Dove of Holy Ghost

To this, our bit of Promised Land.

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(Refrain):

Isn’t it heaven when loved ones gather round?

Isn’t it heaven, like standing on holy ground?

--Feb. 2012, Ron Ginther

Painting by Stephen Stadem, from a gift card series

Rev. 7:17:

For the Lamb which is in the

midst of the throne shall feed them,

and shall lead them unto living fountains

of waters, and shall wipe away all

tears from their eyes.

Part III:

"Oh, My Dove," with Additional Stanzas for this Memorial Page,

by Ron Ginther

"Oh, my Dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,

in the secret places of the stair.

Let me see Thy countenance,

let me hear Thy voice,

for sweet is Thy voice.

[Additional Stanza 1]

O Spirit Dove, do not fly and leave me alone,

in my darkened soul, my grief and loss.

Let me feel Thy tender love!

Let me hear Thy call, for sweet is Thy Word.

[The Soul's response to the Holy Spirit's Call: To Melody From "The Wayward Wind"]

[Additional Stanza 2 by Ron Ginther]

"So anchor me,

by Thy Spirit, Lord,

so anchor me,

and I won't wander.

Come dwell within,

my broken heart,

And grant my soul

sweet rest in Thee."

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Joyce Bassett's Christmas Letter of 2013

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