An easy one this week. Pharaoh had commanded that all male Hebrew children born be drowned in the river Nile, but Moses' mother placed him in bulrushes by the riverbank, where the baby was discovered and adopted by Pharaoh's daughter.
(Also for Three Word Wednesday and ABC Wednesday: "F" is for "foster parent")
The following content might remind you of a
well-known story. What’s the story?
Today I’d like to tell you about a
little-known historical figure, Edna Schneiderwegen.
You think you have it tough;
consider Edna’s position. Her husband, who was rarely sober,
went off one day and, in the grand tradition of so many other helpmeets, just
didn’t come back.
She suddenly was a single mom,
with a baby, Eustace, and almost no income.
She desperately tried to find a part-time job and her housework was left
undone. Neighbors, perhaps trying to be
helpful, reported her situation to the DCF, the Department of Children and
The DCF folks decided Eustace
would be better off with a foster parent so they told Edna to get his things
packed because they’d be picking him up on the following morning.
She was miserable. She loved her child and would do almost
anything to keep him with her. Early the
next morning, just at daybreak, she took the baby’s basket and placed Eustace
It happened that a river flowed
through that area a block or so from her house.
Along its banks there was a lot of vegetation – grass, bushes, etc. – so
she placed the basket, Eustace ensconced within, on the bank of the river. Luckily it promised to be a warm, fine day.
She had made up a story for the Department
of Children: her formerly long-lost husband, a ne’er-do-well of the first
order, had come during the night and had taken the baby. She had no idea where he, or they, might now
be. She thought, a bit over-optimistically,
that the DCF types would then give up and forget about it so she could go pick
up Eustace and bring him home.
Coincidentally, and it was a huge
coincidence, Fran Garner and a few friends were jogging along the path next to
the lake that morning, as they did most mornings. What was coincidental was that Mrs. Garner
was the wife of the head of the DCF.
When she saw Eustace in the basket she was at first deeply moved at the
thought that some desperate mother had been forced to place her offspring in
such a place.
But then, when she saw what a
cute little nipper the baby was, she thought that she’d talk her husband into
allowing her to be a foster parent for the child. Later she might even be able to adopt him.
Today, of course, we know that
as our story evolved the little tyke grew up to be a strong, upstanding young man, and ultimately a
(The answer will be posted Saturday.)
1 year ago