|This is us visiting the Georgia Fletchers...Bob is either taking the picture or stayed home to milk|
|Uncle Bud, Aunt Jenny, family from Oklahoma, Brian, Back: Bob, Mother, Daddy holding me trying to get away, Family from Oklahoma, Aunt Ellen|
|My first birthday.|
|This is the earliest picture that I know of Daddy. It sat on our buffet all of my life.|
When he finished the 8 grades at Dozier, he then went to school in town, and would stay with his Daddy during the week. He hated living in town, so often, after school, he would hitch-hick back to the farm, which was about 7 miles. MERCY!! That was the way that so many got around back then. Mother would tell about Daddy picking up somebody to carry them home, and I wish I could recount the funny stories they told.
Daddy was a confirmed bachelor, but for some reason, he decided to marry Mother. I often wondered what it was that made her the special one. I think he wanted a family. Daddy and his brothers were like “baby whispers” and could pick up a crying baby, only to have the baby stop crying almost instantly. I do know that Mother said she loved Daddy because of the way he treated his mother. Uncle Johnny Harris, Daddy’s best friend growing up, came to visit after Daddy died and told that He (Johnny) would spend as much time as he could on the farm. They would be hoeing the tobacco, and would be side by side, and then Johnny would look up, and Daddy would be far ahead of him. Johnny said that he knew that Daddy was thinking about going to see Martha and wanted to finish.
Daddy would take Mother a pack of Wrigley’s Doublmint gum every time he went to see her. They would often go get a milkshake at Fairlane’s, at the bottom of the hill. There was some “scandal” about if Daddy actually asked Mother to marry him. So, the story goes, Mother said that she dreamed they got married, and supposedly Daddy said, “then why don’t we.” ROFL…Maybe in Heaven they will have “videos” of good events and we can see the replay to find the truth! BWAH HA HA HA…
|This is SO rare to see my Daddy barefooted!!|
Daddy and Mother married on July 18, 1951 at Grace Baptist Church. She was 19 and he was 28. We called her “an old man’s darling.” NEVER was either referred to as “her old man” or “his old lady”. Respect was observed~~always. They had dug a hole in the land in “the curve” to build a basement house, that would later be added onto, but since Uncle Bud and Aunt Jenny were declining in health, they moved in with them. One day shy of 9 months later, Bob was born. Eight years later, the day they were to sign adoption papers, Mother discovered she was pregnant with Brian. Two years later, the APPLE of their EYE was born~~ME…The Best is ALWAYS saved for last…ROFL…Since I am writing this, I can take a creative license…
|Daddy and Uncle George, Mother's oldest brother, in Florida|
The truth is, we were loved equally. We were raised with a love for God, faith, family, community, home and all the things that mattered. NEVER did Daddy whip one of us, but Momma did. Daddy had to simply look at me to send me into tears knowing I was doing wrong. Our household was not divided into “her” and “his” tasks, because both of them did what needed to be done. Mother said that Daddy changed as many diapers as she did, but the feeding was always passed to her, because, that is where the food was! LOL Daddy washed as many dishes as anyone, but he did limit his cooking to grilled cheese sandwiches. He didn’t sit around and expect to be “waited on”. If he wanted something, he got up and got it…RESPECT…our home was filled with respect.
|Daddy's Maternal Grandfather, George Cook. His Aunts: Emma, Myrtle, Jennie (His Mother)|
|I told you that You couldn't see too many pictures of good cornbread!!|