Thursday, October 1, 2020
My name is Virginia may Lewis daughter of Lloyd and Dorothea Lewis. I went by ‘Ginny’ when I grew up in Nyssa 2nd Ward. I had a very interesting dream last night. I had to go shopping for a few things in this big department store. When I got home I started doing some sewing in my big family room and was cutting out material and I had things all over the place. I went in the kitchen to prepare food and all of a sudden I heard that this motorcycle comes into the yard and then it came right up the back porch and the door opened and here was my husband on a motorcycle and drove right into the back entry. I was so shocked and I looked behind him and holding the door was Glen Frederickson dressed in a post office mail carrier uniform. He was young and had a full head of grey hair with a little bit of curl on the top. I went back to working and they went outside. The next thing I knew it happened again I heard the motorcycle came into the yard the back door opened and that motorcycle came right in and stopped and Glenn was right behind him. This time they came in the house and we all went in the big living room and Glenn was helping my husband do something but I looked at him and wondered why he was there in my home. I left a Nyssa when I got married and came to Texas 54 years ago. I had gone home to Nyssa several times and always saw the Fredrickson‘s at church. He was always very friendly and kind to our family.
In my dream I kept looking at him and his face had such a glow and I wanted to tell him how much I appreciated him.
After Bill left the room to get something I said Glen is there something you need or want and he said That he wondered if I had a phone book. He thought that I probably had one. He waited patiently.
I rummaged through my stuff and found him the phone book. From this time my dream got a little weird and I was outside going down this path scooping snow out of the way so that I could get through and when the road came to a turn I was so worried that I would get lost because it was like I was in the forest and just a narrow road that I had to clear as I was going through it trying to find someone or something. I woke up. Now, I reflected back on my dream of Glen. My sister Marilyn, had sent me the obituary last night that Glen Fredrickson had passed away. I didn’t have a chance to read it before I went to bed. Then as I woke up right after that dream thinking about Glen and
How Young and good he looked in his postal uniform,
I wondered and thought that I think he was working for my dad who was the Nyssa Postmaster and that Glen was a mail carrier. I got up and went to the obituary and read it. Sure enough it was true. He was working for USPS for 40 years. Why did he come to my house and why did he want a phone book and where did the motorcycle come from. You know how dreams are. You wake up from them wondering what it meant.
I want you all to know that I loved your family and Glen and Eva were always very kind and wonderful to the Nyssa Community and served faithfully in their church. May the Lord bless you all!! ❤️❤️❤️