Louise Olson

Another lovely memory that comes is being in awe as I watched my Uncle Howie and Aunt Louise swim across the lake together at my parents' cottage in Quebec. My mom often speaks of how her twin sister was completely smitten with my Uncle Howie and how Howie was completely smitten with my Aunt  Louise. Looking at the collection that Tim has posted, there are so many images of the love that they shared.

Some of my clearest memories of my Aunt Louise relate to her voice. I will never forget hearing her read at my Dad's memorial service. Her voice was filled with passion and strength. I think everyone present was riveted by the power with which she spoke. And she could also speak with such tenderness. Throughout my life, in the most gentle tone, she called me 'Annie'. It is this balance of strength and tenderness that comes to mind when I think of this very special woman. She leaves an indelible mark on my life. It brings me peace knowing she died with love and support.

To see this album you need to be friends with Timothy Olson (son of Louise) on FB. 

https://www.facebook.com/timothy.olson.79/media_set?set=a.112639695461500.17910.100001464100879&type=3

If you would like to share information about the photos - please do in the comments section on FB.
 

Dear Linda and family,

My husband Gene Anderson and I knew your mother, Louise, in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s when we served as missionaries at Iambi Leprosy Hospital for two years where Gene had the non-medical responsibilities for the institution.  Then we spent two years at Kinampanda, both of us teaching at the new secondary school.  We returned home on furlough for a year and then went back to Kinampanda in 1972.  We had adopted our oldest son, Zachary, and given birth to our second son, Lincoln.  Our youngest son, Lincoln, became very ill and I headed out for the hospital near Arusha with Elder and Renee Jackson in their Land Rover.  There was mechanical trouble with the vehicle and our son died before we could reach the doctors and hospital.

Louise was a great support for me as I returned to Kinampanda with our son’s body, flying in a plane with several other women.  Our son, Lincoln Eugene Anderson, is buried at Kinampanda with several other others from mission families.  Now your mother will join them.  Bless you as you complete this journey.

Grandma and Grandpa Anderson ("GNA" to the adults) were part of my growing-up years in the Singida area, TZ.   Then Auntie Lou and Uncle Howie: I always thought they were such a beautiful couple, inside and out.  When my mother, Twilah, passed away in 1951, Dad (Ruben) was left with three small girls (one almost 8, 3, and 1 1/2).   Auntie Lou and Uncle Howie were there to support him and help with the trip back to the US.    Through the years their influence has remained with our family, examples of love, concern, constancy and caring.    Much later I came to appreciate all the pioneering work they did together in the field of music and Uncle Howie gave me some of his books of collected and composed works during a visit (with Chris Nelson) to their home in Florida.  Precious memories!
Auntie Lou: Lovely, gracious, sweet and kind, talented and such a strong witness to how the Lord can shine through a person.   Thank-you, Auntie Lou.    Love,  Marlyce