Four hearts came together; four hearts loved; four hearts struggled; four hearts laughed; four hearts cried; four hearts joined; my heart was born.

Hartsville is indeed the heart of who I am, who I was, and who I will be. I go tomorrow to continue my care of the home, the place my parents called home, the town where they met and married, the town in which my grandparents lived since they were young parents; the town I’ve known and loved for over sixty years.

My task, to sort through what is of value, what is a family treasure, what most represents those four hearts. How can one person do that? I can only try. Memories surround me there, and I’m home … I’m home … I’m home.

Making that three-hour trip peels off the layers of the woman I am and reveals the child. I see with child eyes hearts of the past. I am discovering with adult eyes hearts new and familiar that welcome me back home.

How long I will be making trips to care for the home place I do not know. How long four of my hearts will remain; how long my own heart will remain-forever.


Then my people will live in a peaceful habitation, And in secure dwellings and in undisturbed resting places. Isaiah 32:18

By wisdom a house is built, And by understanding it is established; And by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches. Proverbs 24:3-4

By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and cried as we remembered Zion. We hung our lyres on willow trees. It was there that those who had captured us demanded that we sing. Those who guarded us wanted us to entertain them. They said, “Sing a song from Zion for us!” How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget how to play the lyre. Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t consider Jerusalem my highest joy.  Psalm 137:1-6  God’s Word Translation

Here’s a sweet hymn I’ve just discovered.


In a Little While We’re Going Home

Words and Music: Eliza E. Hewitt 1851-1920


Let us sing a song that will cheer us by the way,

In a little while we’re going home;
For the night will end in the everlasting day,
In a little while we’re going home.


In a little while, in a little while,
We shall cross the billow’s foam;
We shall meet at last,
When the stormy winds are past,
In a little while we’re going home.

We will do the work that our hands may find to do,
In a little while we’re going home;
And the grace of God will our daily strength renew,
In a little while we’re going home.


We will smooth the path for some weary, way-worn feet,
In a little while we’re going home;
And may loving hearts spread around an influence sweet!
In a little while we’re going home.


There’s a rest beyond, there’s relief from every care,
In a little while we’re going home;
And no tears shall fall in that city bright and fair,
In a little while we’re going home.


One thought on “Hearts-ville”

  1. Beautiful !cant wait for our trip !

    Margaret Smith, ABR®, CRS®, GRI®, SRES®
    Coldwell Banker Caine
    Cell & Text: (864) 270-1108

    “Celebrating 40 years in Greenville Real Estate”

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