Meet Your Sunny Crest Neighbor

Meet Your Sunny Crest Neighbor

Leroy Fisher

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Hi my name is Leroy Fisher I am 79 Years Old.. Sunny Crest has been my home for over a year now and I am happy that I have been able to spend time doing what i really enjoy, painting.  Most of my paintings are on canvas but I also like to paint on wooden wagons and mirrors.  I have a few of my paintings on display at Sunny Crest.  In school I enjoyed drawing and then after a few years I started painting and found that i really enjoy painting.  I paint a lot of horses and love Clydesdales.  I also paint birds and deer.  Along with painting I have a love for music and I play a few instruments of which I am self-taught in playing the fiddle,guitar, mandolin and i just started playing the banjo.

I grew up on a farm in Lancaster County with my 11 siblings.  On the farm there were a lot of chores for us to do which required waking up at 4:30 am to milk the cows by hand.  We also baled hay and cut tobacco as well as picking tomatoes.  Picking tomatoes was my least favorite chores.  On Sundays my family would go to gatherings and they were a lot of fun because we got to play corner ball with family and friends.  My favorite hymn:

The Ninety and Nine

 

   1 There were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the fold

But one was out on the hills away

Far off from the gates of gold

Away on the mountains wild and bare

Away from the tender shepherd’s care

2 “Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine;

Are they not enough for us?”

But the Shepherd made answers “This of mine has wandered away from me”

And although the road be rough and steep

I go to the desert to find my sheep

3 But none of the ransomed ever knew

How deep were the waters crossed

Nor how dark was the night the lord passed through

Ere he found his sheep that were lost

Out in the desert he heard it’s cry

Sick and helpless, and ready to die

4 Lord, Whence are those blood-drops all the way

That mark the mountain’s track?

They were shed for one who had gone astray

Ere the Shepherd could bring him back

Lord, Whence are thy hands so rent and torn?

They are pierced tonight by many thorn

5 and all through the mountains, thunder-riven

And up from the rocky steep,

There arose a glad cry to the gate of heaven

Rejoice! I have found my sheep

And the angels echoed around the throne

Rejoice, for the lord brings back his own!