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Beau Wann, Jr.
Amen to that...also Gloria Hornicks father passed away this week...Just saw it in the paper last night...We had spoken at fudds about her dads decline in health. Well, I brought up the subject of my moms decline in health and mental dementia...what other kind is there...I broached the subject about my mom...she barely knows who I am anymore ! She does remember some, and when a vein of memory comes winging in, she still thinks I'm in the Navy...of course I dont challenge her about that! I just say yes ma am, it's a good job....Then we touched on Gloria's father...forgetting to eat, and forgetting to breathe ...
I know this scenario is and has happened a zillion times over...some have already gone through it and have healed, as well as you can I suppose, or in the process of healing...I remember a man that lived to be almost a hundred...lived in river oaks, had all the money in the world...I knew him personally. His wife died some 7 or 8 years back...she was in great health, fell and broke a hip, went to rehab, and that was all she wrote...Virgil gave up after Helen passed away...He exclaimed one time that "no one should have to live past 92" ! ! ! He died about 5 years ago...give or take...
One of the best memories my mom seems to conjure up is when she and her family lived on the farm up in arkansas during the depression...she talks about the farm all the time and her weighing about 73 pounds and picking 93 pounds of cotton...she just beams at having picked more than her weight in cotton...She speaks of aunt Ossi and uncle Kurgi (dont know if spelling is correct, cause I have never seen their names written down) , and walking barefoot in the rich bottom land dirt and how it was so cool on her feet!
She exclaimed they were one of the lucky families that had enough to eat because of the produce of that rich bottom land dirt. Yeah, one of the lucky families...not enough money to put shoes on their feet, but at least they got to eat...besides, who looks under the dining room table for shoes anyhow???
Cant say just which river the farm was on, cause I only visited it between birth and 5 years old! I do remember picking cotton, or trying to pick cotton...those bolls were sharp, and would cut your fingers, especially that of a childs! I remember this large family of giants sitting down to supper...well, to a 4 or 5 year old, everyone was a giant, and more than 3 people was a large gathering!
Wait a minuit, I think I remember the town my grandparents were buried in, Bald Knob, Ark...that maybe where the farm was...gotta find a map...
The smells were incredible...fried chicken, green beans laced with ham hocks and bacon, corn, fried green tomatos and fried okra, mustard or collard greens, turnips and greens all just fresh picked from behind the house...The banter and small talk hovering around the huge round oak clawfoot table...I remember that table because I use to hide under it when it thundered...it looked so huge back then...in later years I saw it at my grandmothers new house, or new to her, and it looked so small...could this actually have been that same table? She says it was...and grandmothers dont lie!
I remember one of the last really lucid conversations with my mom when she said, if God was merciful, she wished he would take her now, so she could move on tto the other side...all her family was gone, her friends, she can barely see and hear, has to travel in a wheel chair etc, and she longed to go back to her farm, how she loved that farm...just maybe she can get back to that old farm someday soon...I'm looking forward myself, to someday running barefoot down that old black earth road towards that old farm house, seeing my mom standing in the doorway waving at me...
If God is merciful...yeah, thats what I was thinking! ! !
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