That's real farm grub; me, oh, my!
We were young and happy, but very poor,
Back in the good old days of yore.
That sort of eatin' grows real strong bones,
Now don't mistake me for Grandpa Jones.
I'm a country girl that used to hoe
Them corn and beans, row after row.
Now the green corn fields are not around,
The old turn plows have rusted down.
Trees now grow where we dug and sweat
And fought swear bees, I remember yet.
Now I'm too old to stand the heat,
So I go to the store and buy what I eat.
She also included some memories of her younger brother, Gene, and that brought back memories to me. He was born Eugene Garland Samples, and was the youngest one of the family. He was Mom's baby brother, and all her life Mom felt motherly toward him. He was only nine years old when they lost their mother. He suffered some type of a serious bone infection when he was just a baby (they called it TB of the bone then, now it is called osteomyelitis) and was bedfast for a long time. Grandpa had bought him a little pair of boots that sat on the dresser, and he never got to wear them.
What I remember most was about Uncle Gene was his patient suffering. He was lame in that leg, and had undergone many surgeries. When he was at the CCC Camp, he injured his leg and was sent to Walter Reed Hospital for 18 months. When he was discharged, he was never very well and suffered so much.
However, he married and raised a family of four boys and four girls, all healthy. I loved going to visit them when I was a youngster as there was nearly always a baby to rock. Uncle Gene and Aunt Maycle raised their children up in the Lord, and as time went by his leg grew worse and he suffered terribly. What I remember most was that he never complained.
He developed cancer in his eye, and still he suffered in silence. In later years when we visited, he would sit in his rocking chair and play his guitar and sing. I remember him singing, "It's Me Again Lord," and I can still hear him singing, "It's me again Lord, I've got a prayer that needs an answer/It's me again Lord, I've got a problem I can't solve. . . "
The Lord in His tender mercy took him on home where his leg and eye are well and whole again. These memories are bittersweet, but that is just the way life is. The young make memories, and the old remember them.
February ushers in Ground Hog Day, and for some reason I always felt that spring was near when that day rolled around. February is a short month, but usually very muddy and sloppy. Of course, when I was young, the road here was a dirt road, and when it froze and thawed again, it was a mess. We were always glad for the March wind to dry up the mud.
We need to be thankful for each day the Lord gives us -- cold, snowy, rainy, muddy or sunny and warm. Remember -- "This is a day, which the Lord hath made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."
I have received so many beautiful cards and letters since my fall, and I wish I could answer every one of them. They are loved and cherished -- and reread. Thank you, my friends, and God bless each of you.
Contact Alyce Faye Bragg at alycef...@citlink.net or write to 2556 Summers Fork Road, Ovapa, WV 25164.