Because this post is mainly pictures, perhaps you might enjoy this poem, also found among my mother's papers...
Pray don't find fault with the man who limps,
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt
Though hidden away from view,
Or the burden he bears, placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble too.
Don't sneer at the man who's down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That causes his fall, or felt the same
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the selfsame time
Might cause you to stagger too.
Don't be too harsh with the man who sins
Or pelt him with words or stones,
Unless you are sure, yea doubly sure
That you have not sins of your own.
For you know, perhaps, if the tempter's voice
Should whisper as soft to you,
As I did to him when he went astray
'Twould cause you to falter too.