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| Hendry, Edith M. (nee Kaley) in her 96th year. Beloved wife of the late Paul Hendry; loving mother of John (Judy) Hendry, & Bob (Sharon) Hendry; loving grandmother of Lisa, Jeff, & Josh Hendry, Kimberly Koester, & Todd Hendry; great-grandmother of 6; dearest sister of Arthur & Don Kaley & the late Mildred Fischer, Richard Kaley & Janet Johnson; dear sister-in-law, aunt, cousin & friend to many. Edith was very proud of her athletic accomplishments. She participated in the first St. Louis Senior Olympics and was an International Master Swimmer and holds 6 World Records for swimming.Services: The Stygar Family of Funeral Service is caring for the Hendry family at the STYGAR MID RIVERS Funeral Home (St. Charles) 5987 Mid Rivers Mall Dr. Funeral Services will be held at Dardenne Presbyterian Church on Friday, Sept. 7 at 10 a.m. Interment Bellerive Heritage Gardens. Memorials to Avant Ministries for Todd & Julie Hendry Mission Ministry. VISITATION THURSDAY 3 TO 8 P.M. www.stygar.com. http://www.legacy.com/STLToday/GB/GuestbookView.aspx?PersonId=93894419 | ||
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Edith M. (Kaley) Hendry- Post Dispatch Ad
Monday, September 10, 2007
The Life of Edith
Edith was a prize. A one of a kind, inspirational human being that touched so many lives.
She had a zest for life rarely found in anyone. There was nothing she wasn't willing to try.
She swam and broke 6 world records after she retired. She was an original member of
the St. Louis Senior Olympics and a member of the International Masters' Swimmers.
Her gold medals, numbering over 400 were so heavy, they broke the bulletin board
that they were hanging on right off the wall.
She took a writing course, and then wrote her memoirs and had them printed in book form.
At eighty years old, she got her first computer. At 82 she took a china painting class and
painted floral china plates. She was never afraid to try something new, instead it was an
interesting challenge to her.
Most of all, Edith was a "real", not phony, person. She grew up during the depression.
She knew what it meant to get by on very little. But, she used that challenge to be a
better person. She was able to live a wonderful, fulfilling life with the blessings
that God gave her. She was always grateful to God for those blessings. She took
nothing for granted.
We honor her life today, although we are very sad that she has left us. She is with the
Lord, her living husband, Paul, and her daughter, Nancy in heaven.
Let Edith's life teach us all a great lesson. Be happy and grateful for the blessings and
responsibilities that God has given each of us. Serve the Lord with the zest and vigor
that she did. And always thank God for what we have and fulfill our purpose here on earth
that God expects us to.
We love you, Edith. You are greatly missed.
From your loving family
She had a zest for life rarely found in anyone. There was nothing she wasn't willing to try.
She swam and broke 6 world records after she retired. She was an original member of
the St. Louis Senior Olympics and a member of the International Masters' Swimmers.
Her gold medals, numbering over 400 were so heavy, they broke the bulletin board
that they were hanging on right off the wall.
She took a writing course, and then wrote her memoirs and had them printed in book form.
At eighty years old, she got her first computer. At 82 she took a china painting class and
painted floral china plates. She was never afraid to try something new, instead it was an
interesting challenge to her.
Most of all, Edith was a "real", not phony, person. She grew up during the depression.
She knew what it meant to get by on very little. But, she used that challenge to be a
better person. She was able to live a wonderful, fulfilling life with the blessings
that God gave her. She was always grateful to God for those blessings. She took
nothing for granted.
We honor her life today, although we are very sad that she has left us. She is with the
Lord, her living husband, Paul, and her daughter, Nancy in heaven.
Let Edith's life teach us all a great lesson. Be happy and grateful for the blessings and
responsibilities that God has given each of us. Serve the Lord with the zest and vigor
that she did. And always thank God for what we have and fulfill our purpose here on earth
that God expects us to.
We love you, Edith. You are greatly missed.
From your loving family
Poem- Easy Chair (To Paul)
Easy Chair
By Edith Hendry
To my husband, Paul
Give me the daily papers to her he said
I want to read a little before I go to bed
He settled down in his easy chair
To read the funnies and forget all care
She watched him read and knew by his pose
Twouldn’t be long fore he’d begin to doze
One eye went shut and opened again
To read the papers he tried in vain
For both eyes now were blinking fast
Through “Mickey Mouse” he’d never last
At last he surrendered to Morpheus nooze
And settled down for a nice long snooze
By Edith Hendry
To my husband, Paul
Give me the daily papers to her he said
I want to read a little before I go to bed
He settled down in his easy chair
To read the funnies and forget all care
She watched him read and knew by his pose
Twouldn’t be long fore he’d begin to doze
One eye went shut and opened again
To read the papers he tried in vain
For both eyes now were blinking fast
Through “Mickey Mouse” he’d never last
At last he surrendered to Morpheus nooze
And settled down for a nice long snooze
Poem- Liberty Our Heritage
Liberty Our Heritage
By Edith Hendry
In Seventeen hundred and seventy six our nation of freedom was wrought.
A freedom which men desired and through the ages had fought.
A cause for which they left their homes and sailed across the sea
To found a haven of justice, religious and personal liberty.
This priceless possession they bought with an exorbitant price
Of blood, of suffering, self denial and human sacrifice.
And we thus endowed with this precious gift
Are striving still its high standards to lift.
Down through the years it has stood the test
Of threatened destruction and still emerged blessed.
With a people united from shore to shore,
Happy in our freedom and asking no more
From our God who is our eternal guide
And in Whom we all trust and daily abide,
A sovereign we can look to in time of need
And whose words we will forever heed.
Again comes the time when our ideals are doubted
And threats against liberty are shouted.
But we know now our cause is just
And nothing can daunt us if fight we must.
So that our flag of red, white and blue will forever be
The emblem of equality, justice and liberty.
And God in His heaven stands ready to shield
His faithful followers in their fight never to yield.
--Copyright 2007
By Edith Hendry
In Seventeen hundred and seventy six our nation of freedom was wrought.
A freedom which men desired and through the ages had fought.
A cause for which they left their homes and sailed across the sea
To found a haven of justice, religious and personal liberty.
This priceless possession they bought with an exorbitant price
Of blood, of suffering, self denial and human sacrifice.
And we thus endowed with this precious gift
Are striving still its high standards to lift.
Down through the years it has stood the test
Of threatened destruction and still emerged blessed.
With a people united from shore to shore,
Happy in our freedom and asking no more
From our God who is our eternal guide
And in Whom we all trust and daily abide,
A sovereign we can look to in time of need
And whose words we will forever heed.
Again comes the time when our ideals are doubted
And threats against liberty are shouted.
But we know now our cause is just
And nothing can daunt us if fight we must.
So that our flag of red, white and blue will forever be
The emblem of equality, justice and liberty.
And God in His heaven stands ready to shield
His faithful followers in their fight never to yield.
--Copyright 2007
Poem- My Bible and I
My Bible and I
By Edith Hendry
We traveled together,
My Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather,
With smile or with sigh,
In sorrow or sunshine,
In tempest and calm;
Thy friendship unchanging,
My lamp and my psalm.
We’ve traveled together,
My Bible and I,
When life had grown weary,
And death even was nigh,
But through all the darkness
Of mist or of wrong,
I found Thee my solace,
A prayer or a song.
So who shall part us,
My Bible and I?
Shall errors or folliesOr new-lights who try?
Shall shadow for substance
Or stone for good bread,
Supplant Thy sound wisdom,
Give folly instead?
Oh, no, my dear Bible
Exponent of light:
Thou sword of the Spirit,
Put error to flight;
And still through life’s journey
Until my last sigh,
We’ll travel together,
My Bible and I.
--Copyright 2007
Poem- Can we be contented?
Can we be contented?
By Edith Hendry
Are we to be contented that the Word of God we know,
That we have found a Savior who will guide us here below.
A Savior who has taught us what is right and what is wrong
Who has shown us by His life, how we may all be strong
As sin resisted strengthens us and other sins repels
And all the doubts and fears we hold, His love and kindness quells
Are we to keep this blessed knowledge all our very own,
Or is it meant to all the world His teaching must be known
The blessings of redemption, the longed for peace of mind.
Are our heritage, when the Word of God, we find
But can we faithfully our debt to Him repay
If we keep all this love ourselves, and never to others say,
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son
That whosoever believeth on Him, eternal life has won”
Are we to be contented that we alone are blessed
And all the others in the world, have never Christ confessed?
No, our mission is defined for us in words so very plain,
We cannot disregard the truth and all He taught disdain
Go ye into all the world, the gospel word to preach
The promise He gave, the price He paid, this we must teach
We know just what it means, this being saved by grace
But can we be contented, till we spread to every race
The saving grace of Jesus, the acceptance of His Word
NO, we’ll not be contented, till all the world has heard.
By Edith Hendry
Are we to be contented that the Word of God we know,
That we have found a Savior who will guide us here below.
A Savior who has taught us what is right and what is wrong
Who has shown us by His life, how we may all be strong
As sin resisted strengthens us and other sins repels
And all the doubts and fears we hold, His love and kindness quells
Are we to keep this blessed knowledge all our very own,
Or is it meant to all the world His teaching must be known
The blessings of redemption, the longed for peace of mind.
Are our heritage, when the Word of God, we find
But can we faithfully our debt to Him repay
If we keep all this love ourselves, and never to others say,
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son
That whosoever believeth on Him, eternal life has won”
Are we to be contented that we alone are blessed
And all the others in the world, have never Christ confessed?
No, our mission is defined for us in words so very plain,
We cannot disregard the truth and all He taught disdain
Go ye into all the world, the gospel word to preach
The promise He gave, the price He paid, this we must teach
We know just what it means, this being saved by grace
But can we be contented, till we spread to every race
The saving grace of Jesus, the acceptance of His Word
NO, we’ll not be contented, till all the world has heard.
--Copyright 2007
Poem- The Voice of the Cross
THE VOICE OF THE CROSS
(Seven Last Words)
By Edith Hendry
Twas on that same night on which He was betrayed,
Our Lord and Savior went up to the hills and prayed.
He prayed to God for the souls of all living men,
And asked forgiveness for their many sins.
He begged God for strength, His cross to bear,
And if twas possible, His suffering to spare.
“Nevertheless not My will, but Thine be done.”
The greatest victory on earth to be won.
In that moment our Lord suffered much anguish and pain,
For a world to save, which seemed so in vain.
Then at last He arose prepared to meet,
The fate destined, for all men, sin to defeat.
It was written by prophets and must be fulfilled,
Our Savior must suffer much sorrow and finally be killed,
So that we in all our hatred and sin,
By accepting and believing in our Christ over death could win.
He was betrayed, this man who had no one harmed,
And taken by a crowd that so quickly had formed.
He was led through the streets, thorns crowning His brow,
While crowds cried, “Crucify Him, Crucify Him now.”
In the midst of this horror, Jesus did spy,
His mother and John standing helplessly by.
To her He said, “Woman, behold thy son.”
And John, “Behold thy mother.” This union was thus begun.
As He witnessed this hatred of many, the love of so few,
Prayed, “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”
In the midst of this seething, vicious, bloodthirsty throng,
He was able in mercy to pray to God for their wrong.
Oh! Lord, Thou hast shown us forgiveness of heart,
Help us that we by our lives so impart,
To a world embroiled in conflicts and greed,
The love Thou taught us in that last hour, to heed.
Down that long narrow street they led Him, dejected and shamed,
Where a few days before He’d been proudly proclaimed.
Now crowds mocking and sneering, Christ cried out His plea,
“My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?”
On they pushed Him, that frenzied, maddened mob,
To the place called Calvary, the world of this soul to rob.
This man whose memory would forever be,
The symbol of patience, love and great humility.
There were also two men, who were sentenced to die,
Along with our Savior, and they didn’t deny,
They had committed a sin, for which they should pay,
By giving their lives on the cross that same day.
They were guilty and willing to take their just due,
But this man, why should He pay too?
One turning said, “Jesus, Lord, remember me when Thou dost rise.”
Jesus answered, “Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.”
The torture He suffered, the mockery and lies,
Remission and forgiveness for us He buys.
Hung on the cross, nails piercing His side,
While gathered around Him His persecutors cried.
“Thou canst save others, save thyself first.”
But Jesus, His lips parched, pleaded, “I thirst.”
His thirst was nothing to what ours should be.
Our thirst for the grace sanctified on Calvary.
As the end drew near, He spoke and all did hear it,
“Father into Thy hands I command my spirit.”
The spirit was spent, but could never be dead,
They could never forget all He had said,
Of love, of kindness, of helping and giving,
Of all the beauty of Christlike living.
No, His lips may be quiet and no longer plead,
But His words will forever fill our needs.
He raised up His head in the final breath,
Saying, “It is finished.” Then came His death.
A death over which He would conquer and win,
For us the atonement of all our sins.
Oh! Lord, we pray Thee twas not in vain,
Thou gavest Thy life this victory to gain,
So that we midst all envy and strife,
By asking and believing can have Eternal Life.
(Seven Last Words)
By Edith Hendry
Twas on that same night on which He was betrayed,
Our Lord and Savior went up to the hills and prayed.
He prayed to God for the souls of all living men,
And asked forgiveness for their many sins.
He begged God for strength, His cross to bear,
And if twas possible, His suffering to spare.
“Nevertheless not My will, but Thine be done.”
The greatest victory on earth to be won.
In that moment our Lord suffered much anguish and pain,
For a world to save, which seemed so in vain.
Then at last He arose prepared to meet,
The fate destined, for all men, sin to defeat.
It was written by prophets and must be fulfilled,
Our Savior must suffer much sorrow and finally be killed,
So that we in all our hatred and sin,
By accepting and believing in our Christ over death could win.
He was betrayed, this man who had no one harmed,
And taken by a crowd that so quickly had formed.
He was led through the streets, thorns crowning His brow,
While crowds cried, “Crucify Him, Crucify Him now.”
In the midst of this horror, Jesus did spy,
His mother and John standing helplessly by.
To her He said, “Woman, behold thy son.”
And John, “Behold thy mother.” This union was thus begun.
As He witnessed this hatred of many, the love of so few,
Prayed, “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”
In the midst of this seething, vicious, bloodthirsty throng,
He was able in mercy to pray to God for their wrong.
Oh! Lord, Thou hast shown us forgiveness of heart,
Help us that we by our lives so impart,
To a world embroiled in conflicts and greed,
The love Thou taught us in that last hour, to heed.
Down that long narrow street they led Him, dejected and shamed,
Where a few days before He’d been proudly proclaimed.
Now crowds mocking and sneering, Christ cried out His plea,
“My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?”
On they pushed Him, that frenzied, maddened mob,
To the place called Calvary, the world of this soul to rob.
This man whose memory would forever be,
The symbol of patience, love and great humility.
There were also two men, who were sentenced to die,
Along with our Savior, and they didn’t deny,
They had committed a sin, for which they should pay,
By giving their lives on the cross that same day.
They were guilty and willing to take their just due,
But this man, why should He pay too?
One turning said, “Jesus, Lord, remember me when Thou dost rise.”
Jesus answered, “Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.”
The torture He suffered, the mockery and lies,
Remission and forgiveness for us He buys.
Hung on the cross, nails piercing His side,
While gathered around Him His persecutors cried.
“Thou canst save others, save thyself first.”
But Jesus, His lips parched, pleaded, “I thirst.”
His thirst was nothing to what ours should be.
Our thirst for the grace sanctified on Calvary.
As the end drew near, He spoke and all did hear it,
“Father into Thy hands I command my spirit.”
The spirit was spent, but could never be dead,
They could never forget all He had said,
Of love, of kindness, of helping and giving,
Of all the beauty of Christlike living.
No, His lips may be quiet and no longer plead,
But His words will forever fill our needs.
He raised up His head in the final breath,
Saying, “It is finished.” Then came His death.
A death over which He would conquer and win,
For us the atonement of all our sins.
Oh! Lord, we pray Thee twas not in vain,
Thou gavest Thy life this victory to gain,
So that we midst all envy and strife,
By asking and believing can have Eternal Life.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Community Volunteer, Devoted Christian, Swimmer, 500+ Senior Olympics & US Masters metalist, Golfer, Cook, Writer, Poet, Artist... and the list goes on from there. Edith Hendry was loved by so many people in so many different types of venues. Maybe you were one of the people that were blessed to be a part of her life and you would like to let others know of a story or happening that involved this wonderful woman. Please feel free to add your comments to this site and let others know more about the life of Edith Hendry.
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