Quilt #80 was gifted to Toni Martin from our entire book club to celebrate Toni's remarkable life on her 60th birthday. We want to thank Toni for her goodness and listening ear. Our book club has been meeting since January of 1995 and Toni was a founding member.
60th birthday |
Toni has a gift of making people feel special! She has been an example of strength to all of us a wonderful wife and mother. She also taught school for over 30 years and was a beloved teaching, including teaching children of members of our book club.
Team Toni at a 5K. She has so many adoring family members and friends. |
Currently, our dear Toni is battling stage 4 melanoma. She is in the fight of her life to beat the beast.She is definitely not on the "fun bus." However, through it all she continues to show us how to bear this with grace, dignity and a huge dose of humor. She continues to make us smile. Her devoted family is helping her through this difficult trial. We love and adore Toni, and want her to know we are with her during this challenging time.
Book Club friends with Toni, her daughter and granddaughters |
Joan Schneiter wrote a poem celebrating our dear Tones:
For Toni On Her Sixtieth Birthday, June 18th, 2019
Whenever I think of Toni,
I think of TOE, KNEE, CHINN.
I think of a row of sister in church
With meticulously coiffed, gorgeous auburn hair.
I think of Tonette, Tonz, teacher, sister, mother, grandma
Aunt, friend, and the best wife ever!
When I think of Toni,
I think of cookie dough fights in college--
Toni rolled over with laughter!
Back in the day, Barbra Streisand belting
During late nights and pure listening--just chatting
Solving the world’s problems.
When I think of Toni, I think of Mrs. Martin
Pursuing perfectly crafted pedagogical practices
To enlighten the minds of hundreds of children.
Mrs. Martin always the student completing hundreds of hours of
Professional development well beyond her Master’s degree
Inspiring her students to become teachers.
Mrs. Martin--My favorite teacher!
“Oh captain, My captain!”
When I think of Toni, I think of a fun bus to “you know where!”
Loaded with family in the front seats
Book club gals swinging their bras out the back windows--
Even the bus jiggling, giggling, dancing to the music!
When I think of Toni,
I think of young adult literature:
Wonder, Flipped, The War that Saved My Life and The War I Finally Won--
Intense discussions regarding
Themes and imagery.
I think of Toni with both hands over her heart
And sighing at the beauty of words floating off the page and landing gently
Under her lovely hands taking up residence in her heart.
When I think of Aunt Toni,
I think of reunion!
Preparing all year for auction
Nine square and unga bunga initiation--saved for the chosen few
Lucky enough to be part of the Chinn Clan.
I think of an auntie and sister with the fiercest of loyalty!
When I think of Tonz,
I think of fun-overs.
Granddaughters dashing to Grandma Tonz
Wanting to cozy up with a seasonal children’s book.
I think of the prayers of angel grandchildren for their Tonz!
I think of expertly crafted quilts for beloved babies.
I think of generations yet to come--
Blessing momma Tonz.
When I think of Toni,
I think of strength and patience at fighting
The beast of melanoma!
I think of courage, love, peace, and pain.
I think of thousands of prayers asking for a
Miracle to keep our Toni with us.
I think of Heavenly help when she is alone--
Which is practically never
Since Grant Man won’t leave her side.
I think of the strongest men I know bowing to our maker pleading for our Toni’s
health!
I think of sons giving complete devotion to their momma,
And I think of mother and daughter and their blessed relationship.
When I think of Toni, I think of music, art, literature, and
The loveliness of our earthly state.
I think of peonies, roses, and a profusions of flowers
Tumbling out of pots greeting visitors.
I think of genuine spirituality--true Christlike living!
I think of her immense influence,
Tiny Pieces of lives all connected
Through Toni’s loving hands
Now wrapping her in a graceful quilt of strength, devotion, and tenderness--
Making a collective creation of her love.
The love in these stitches cannot be measured...
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