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S: "Living on the Edge" - The life and times of Ellen Ann Morris Brown

BC: From the heart of Ellen Ann Brown with the assistance of Linda Love | "Picture Perfect Project" (Photographer: Hilda Dean) November 26, 2011

FC: The life and times of Ellen Ann Morris Brown | "Living on the Edge"

1: Our Heritage Dedication The Birth of Marie and Gordon's Children School Days Mama O My Wedding Our Children Steve Kathy Jennifer Our Lives as a Family The Grandchildren Meg Caroline Benjamin Luke William Lewis Flowers Dad and Nana's Life Together Ramble Rack Days One of our Trips The “Heart of Europe” Travelers Journal Pages from the Last Week of Wilmer's Life These are a Few of My Favorite Things Short Stories A Dream and a Vision My Greatest Lesson in Faith Back to Pink Morris Farm Mary Martha Beam Hazel Gardin Story Remembering the Trip of Our Lives Dirty Dancing Family Beach Trips 1973 Family Trip to Orlando Talking with a President! New York with My Girls A Trip to Washington with Grandsons Church Trips and Activities with Friends My Life Now The Game of Life Epilogue: Living on the Edge, 11/02/11 Favorite Recipes | 2 4 5 12 24 28 33 34 40 46 52 60 63 66 68 70 74 78 85 88 90 94 102 103 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 114 115 116 118 120 122 130 131 132 | Contents | 1

2: 1906 Anna Marie Osborne Ellen's Mother | 1903 Vera Estelle Nixon Wilmer's Mother | Mother and her siblings | Mother and her brother John H. Osborne | 2

3: Mother blackberry picking (The original "Berry Pickers") | Anna Marie Osborne (Mother's High School Graduation) | Young Anna Marie | Wilmer Lewis Brown 1932 | Ellen Anne Morris-7 weeks, 1933 | 3

4: It is with a grateful heart that I lovingly dedicate these stories to my parents, Gordon and Marie Osborne Morris, who nurtured me, loved me, and expected me to have a wonderful life ~ which I did. My life with Wilmer was a happy one. He loved and supported me throughout our journey together. I also want to thank my 3 wonderful children for bringing joy and love to my life. Without them life could not have been as full and adventurous as it was! They brought grandchildren to our lives that have meant more than I have time to mention. Since birth, the First Baptist Church has been a very important part of my life and helped mold me. The town of Marion, North Carolina has been important to me and gave me wonderful friends for a lifetime. | Ellen Ann Brown | Dedication | 4

5: My parents, Marie and Gordon Morris, were married in 1931. They were living in an apartment on North Madison when I was delivered by Drs. Frank and Martha Wood on July 2, 1933, in Marion General Hospital, then located at the top of the hill on North Garden Street. The new Marion General Hospital was built and dedicated in the summer of 1952, the year my Mother died. The old hospital building was sold to Ray Smith, owner of Smith Furniture Company, who turned the brick building into “The Smith Apartments.” | The Birth of Marie and Gordon's Children | During my first three weeks I developed a severe bleeding rash, and am told I cried a lot. When Mother took me to Dr. Wood, he told her that I was allergic to milk, and put me on goat’s milk. He also made the statement at the diagnosis, “My God, I’m afraid that asthma will follow this.” And two years later, it did. In June, 1935, my brother, Robert Gordon (Sonny) was born. While Bob was still a baby, we moved into a little white house in Pleasant Garden, on the JHL Miller estate. That pretty rock house still stands, and was completely renovated by Bill and Vera Wiseman, who are living there at this time. Bob developed double pneumonia and was very sick. Mother said that the sulfa drug was what saved him. | Marie and Gordon with "Sonny", Jeanne & Ellen | My parents didn’t stay in the country after that, because I was sick so much of the time with asthma. So, we moved into a two-story white clapboard house on South Main Street, which now houses the central offices for McDowell County Schools. My main memory of the time we lived there is that our nanny goat, which provided my milk, got into Dad’s stale bread and cakes in the garage, which was to be sent back to Becker’s Bakery in Spartanburg, SC. Dad was a bread salesman for that bakery, and his fresh bread and cakes were delivered to him during the night. The goat ate so much that she died after drinking water! Maybe that’s where my Wilmer got the saying, “So and so doesn’t have goat sense.” I hope they bought another one, because I remember Mother saying that goat milk was 75 cents a quart! Those were still “Depression years.” It seems to me that Dad said he made a penny a loaf profit on the bread he sold. With two sick children, Mother and Dad moved to a small brick house on East Court Street. It was torn down when the Glenn house and the building where Dr. Peppers had his dental office | 5

6: were torn down to build a connecting street from East Court to Oak Street in 2010. I do not remember being told where we lived when Bob was born, but for some reason I believe it was while we were on East Court Street. That was probably why we moved to the two-story house on South main. I believe it was that summer Mother told me the story of my trip to Zerbie’s Gulf Station on East Court. I must have asked her for ice cream, but she said she heard me say I wanted to go to “Zerbie’s.” She asked Dad to watch me, as I went down the front steps and headed toward Zerbie’s. He finally called to me, “Sister, where are you going?” and I replied, “to Zerbie’s to get ice cream.” End of story! I don’t remember hearing what happened after that. About that time, I also remember playing next door with a little girl who was a little older. She had a large dollhouse in her bedroom. During the summer of 1937, Dad bought our first home, the Calvin F. Spencer home on Rutherfordton Road, about two miles south of Marion, for $3000. It was a two-story saltbox house that had never been painted. Ideal Rentals is located there now. We had two acres of land. Dad had the house painted, and sometime in the 1940’s had white asbestos siding put on it. I do not know what, if anything, was done inside. The house had four rooms down and four rooms upstairs, with two large halls in the middle, a half-bath downstairs, and a full bath upstairs. There was a large porch all across the back, and a full porch on the front as well. In the spring of 1940, on March 23rd, Jeanne was born. Aunt Helen woke Bob and me before daylight to tell us Dad had just called to say we had a little red-haired sister! He only said that because he enjoyed teasing Helen about her red hair! She actually had a head full of black hair. That was Saturday before Easter and when we woke up Easter morning, it had snowed during the night. My grandmother, Mama O, fixed our breakfast and helped us get ready for church. Mother had bought me some pretty white sandals, and I knew I could wear them on Easter Sunday. Our wise Mama Osborne tried to explain that it had snowed, and I needed to wear my winter shoes. But somehow I won the battle and got to wear them, since “Mother had said I could!” After church that day, Dad took Aunt Helen, Mama, Bob and me to the hospital to see our new baby. The nurse brought the new baby in and put her in Mother’s arms. I can remember how high the bed looked, standing next to it. Mother pulled the blanket back, and Bob said, “Look, she has rabbit feet!” Through the years we’ve laughed about what he said. Maybe he saw rabbits when Mother cooked them. I remember that we had squirrel and rabbit a few times. But we had never seen a newborn, and she seemed so very small. | 6

7: After Jeanne was born, I remember strolling her all through the house in the stroller Bill Young gave her. Bill had a room in our house, and also worked with Becker’s Bakery, like my Dad, for a short time before he opened an Esso station on Main Street in Marion next to the Smith Furniture Store. Bill had a room in our home for a short time before he married Tillie. He was Jim Young’s father. Over the years, several people lived in the upstairs. Dad had the door opened up to a closet, and it connected to a front bedroom. The closet became a kitchen pantry, and the back bedroom a kitchen/sitting room. Those years following the depression were years that I’m sure Mother and Dad were able to save a little money by renting a room and then the apartment. Dad got up at 4:00 a.m. to load his truck and get to work. He came home late, so we saw him very little in the winter. In the summer he would take us to baseball games. He was young and strong, and could go to bed at 11:00 and get up at 4:00 occasionally. It’s probably safe to say that most of his workdays were 16-hour days. Mother worked just as hard. She kept the eight-room house very clean, cooked, canned, and froze our food for the winter. Several people lived in the upstairs of our house during our childhood. A couple, Bob and Grace Poovey, lived in two rooms for a while. Bob worked for the State. Later on, Anna Laura Dugan and her son, Tim, lived there while her husband was overseas in World War II. After the depression, I am sure that renting rooms was one good way for families to have extra income. When I was about 12 years old, Mother and Dad brought Dad’s Aunt Ada Hoyle to live with us. She brought with her a pump organ that Mother put in the hall outside Aunt Ada’s door. I used to sit and play for long periods of time. The one song that I can remember singing while I played was, “Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease; My fingers wandered idly, Over the noisy keys. Then I struck one chord of beauty, Like the sound of a great ‘Amen’!” The name of the song was The Lost Chord. In the backyard of our home on Rutherfordton Road there was a beautiful large weeping willow tree, and a “meat house” behind the house. Dad had Mr. Charlie Parker build me a one-room playhouse on the left side of our house (from the front view). It was made of rough lumber, and | 7

8: many splinters were plucked from us! I had window boxes that held nasturtiums or geraniums, or whatever Mother planted. One summer I used the playhouse as a florist. It was filled with sweet shrubs, wild daisies, wild orchids, and other things from Mt. Ida, behind our house. I can only imagine the asthma, hay fever, etc., that I must have endured! After a few years Dad had a large outdoor fireplace built from river rock. I do not remember what Mother cooked on it, but I do remember the Spratts, Greenes, and Suttlemeyers coming on weekends for homemade peach, and other flavors, ice cream suppers. Peach was always my favorite! There was a large garden on both sides of our house, and a big field with a two-story barn. We kept two cows for milk and butter; I do not remember who milked those cows.. Dad also raised a beef cow each year to put in the Farmers’ Federation freezer locker, which we rented for the beef, chicken, and pork that Mother put up. We had two large gardens, and Mother canned green beans, made pickles, and canned beets; made jelly, and I am quite sure put up other things that I do not remember. I do remember the jars of pretty small pickle peaches that she used for special occasions. During our childhood days, Jeanne and I went on separate occasions to spend time with Mama in Hendersonville. I spent six weeks with her when I was four, and afterward wanted to spend part of every summer with her. Dad had a hernia operation the summer of 1937, and Mother took Bob with her and Dad to Spartanburg for the surgery. They stayed with Aunt Lou and Uncle Lee Allison during his recovery. Aunt Lou was my Papa Osborne’s sister. Another Aunt, Cora Lee Sitton, lived in Spartanburg as well. She had a huge fig tree in her yard, and I remember picking figs to take home. Bob’s vacation days were shorter than mine and Jeanne’s because he worked with Dad. He usually spent a week in Rock Hill, SC, with David Morris Campbell and Aunt Jennie. Morris usually came and spent a week with us. Sometimes Dad had to get after him for something. One time Dad warned him about teasing Jeanne, and said, “I’ll get after you if you do that again!” Morris said, “I know you will, Uncle Gordon, but please don’t lock me in the meat house!” We had a smokehouse out behind our house, and Morris must not have been inside and knew it was dark. | 8

9: Gordon, Marie and Ellen Morris, 1934 | Ellen at 10 mos. Dress also worn by Caroline when she was a toddler | Bob, 1936-37 | Jeanne, 1944 | 9

10: Ellen on her bicycle with Bob in basket and Nell Morris (Floyd's daughter) Circa1939 at home place | “Sonny” and Sister (Bob and Ellen) beside playhouse | "Sister & Sonny" in front of home on S. Main St. | Our day in St. Augustine. Family's only real vacation Fla. Dec. 1947 Visited Uncle Roy & Aunt Hattie in St. Petersburg | 10

11: Ellen Anne Morris around 1940-41 | Gordon Morris's bread truck decorated for parade, 1933 | Newspaper ad for Dad's “Becker's Bread,” 1934 | What Ellen looked like when she got a perm! | Gordon F. Morris circa1951 or '52 | 11

12: From the eighth grade until I came home to stay after my second year in college, I experienced some of the happiest days of my childhood and teenage years. In September 1939 I entered first grade. My teacher was Miss Annie Little. The only memory I have is that I was asked to sit with a little girl who wore glasses and had crossed eyes, and was very dirty and had a runny nose. Miss Little asked me to help her understand something (I do not remember what). I did not mind at all. One day I happened to be at the chalkboard and got nervous over a problem, and needed to go to the restroom. When I asked to go, Miss Little said, “No, indeed! You just want to get out of working the problem.” The next thing I knew, I had wet my pants in front of the entire room. Needless to say, that has always been a bad memory. My second grade teacher was Miss Alma Crawford, and she was very stern and a hard teacher. In the third grade, I had Mrs. Effie Morris, and her husband was a cousin of my Dad. One day at the chalkboard I was struggling with a division problem. I had not, at that time, understood what to do with a remainder. Mrs. Morris said, “Young lady, just because your name is Morris does not mean that you will pass!” I was horrified! Sometime very soon after that I was sitting on the back steps in the sunshine doing my homework. I happened to be working on a math problem when she drove up to get her fresh quart of buttermilk. My Mother sold the extra milk and butter that we did not need. Mrs. Morris left with a smile on her face, and for the rest of my grade school years, I do not have any memories of not understanding. | My fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Ethel Giles. We all adored her, and she was everyone’s idea of a true lady. She taught penmanship, and it was that year that I learned to write a better cursive hand. My seventh grade teacher was Mrs. Finley. We were all terrified of her. She threw erasers at children and pulled ears. My friend, Betty Lou Morgan (Young) told me that when she taught her Dad, he said one day she tied him and another boy to a tree! For some reason she liked me, and I | School Days | 12

13: never was a victim of her wrath. One weekend she told us to read "Treasure Island." One of my friends spent Sunday night and we stayed up until wee hours to finish the book. On Monday she did not test us on it, but asked how many read it. She just smiled when she saw how many hands went up. We had public school music, and the most vivid memory was that year. Miss Mary Lillian Conley (later Mrs. Jim Brown) taught us. One day we were singing, and the person next to me tapped me and held out his hand. He asked me to pass what he was holding to someone at the end of our row. About the time I took the chinkapin from his hand, Miss Conley saw me and stopped the music and sent me back to the classroom. I was so worried that Mrs. Finley would get upset with me, but when I told her what was happened and who was involved, she smiled and said, “Have a seat.” In those days, when there was no junior high, the eighth grade was in the high school building. We loved getting attention from the older boys. I do not remember what year I was invited to join the Sub-Deb Club. It was a sorority that had existed for years. We had dances every year, and looked forward to them. The initiation to join was fun for the members. I had to wear my hair in curlers (rags) and wear a dress shoe and a school shoe. I also had the honor of being inducted into the National Honor Society my junior year. I do not remember what year I joined the band. Dad bought me a clarinet, and our school had the honor of having Mr. Bernard Hirsh for our director. Our band, and the Lenoir bands, were always two of the best in the state, and we always received superior ratings in competitions. Band concerts and the marching band were always fun. My sophomore year a very gifted piano student, Mary Belle Grayson, played a grand piano in the spring concert, and we played “Rhapsody in Blue.” It was beautiful! I joined the Dramatics Club and enjoyed being in plays every year. My junior year I played Marshall Dark’s wife in the play. My senior year we performed a murder mystery called “The Zombie.” I played the French maid, and remembered the long soliloquy for many years. I still remember part of it! I was honored at graduation to deliver one of the main speeches. Some of the students with the highest grades were too shy. Mama Osborne gave me a diamond ring for graduation. She went to the summer auctions most every night and after several years she won many door prizes. She won three diamond rings, and gave one to each granddaughter. | 13

14: On January 2, 1951, the year I graduated, Wilmer Brown took me on our first date, to a movie. I had formally met him the summer before, when he was dating Jane Matthews (Walker). He asked her to get a date for his childhood friend who came to Ashford to visit. Jane and Wilmer broke up at the end of the summer. Wilmer came to my graduation, and when he spoke to me on the steps, I thought he would ask me out. He saw my diamond and thought I was engaged, and left right away, but of course, I had no idea why. I don’t remember how long it took to get that straightened out, but I dated him some that summer. In September 1951, Mother, Dad and Jeanne took me, with my few little belongings, to Western Carolina Teachers College (now Western Carolina University). My roommate was Laura Jean Keeter (Phillips) from Marion. We had become friends in high school, and although she was an only child, she was not at all spoiled, and was a wonderful roommate. I did not cry when my folks left, but I remember having sad, uncertain feelings. Moore dorm was a very old building, and I was surprised how small our room was. My next memory of the day I arrived was that I put my towel and PJs over my arm, and with my soap dish in hand, walked down the hall to the large bathroom for our end of the hall, whistling a tune along the way. Later, some of the girls on the hall said that I gave them the wrong impression; they thought I was the “wild girl” on the hall. The seven months at Western were wonderful. I met so many new people, and made so many friends. I was in the marching and concert bands, and in the fall it was classes from 8:00 to 5:00, with marching band practice on the field from 4:00 to 5:00. And when I climbed the big hill from the field and walked to third floor at Moore to freshen up for dinner, I was famished. With regular exercise and much walking all day to class, I ate like a football player, and gained 15 pounds. I was thin all through high school. Each night, Monday through Saturday, we left the cafeteria and went to the Student Union Building to dance for an hour before the girls had “closed study.” The Eastern Carolina boys were great dancers. In the late fall of 1951, Mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had exams, and did not get to go home for her surgery. I ended up in the infirmary throwing up due to nerves. When I did get home for thanksgiving, I learned that Mother had a stroke after the surgery and was paralyzed on one side of her face. The cancer had metastasized, and by spring we learned she had an inoperable brain tumor. I took Dad’s car and went back to school and met with Dean Grieder. I withdrew from school, packed my things, and drove back home where I helped Mama Osborne with Mother’s care, buying groceries, and housekeeping. | 14

15: Aunt Helen would come after work every Friday to help and be with us, and our beloved Uncle Tom would come most weekends on Saturday night. On July 2nd, Mother’s friend and nurse, Tillie Young (Lance) brought me a birthday cake! It was so good, and such a kind gesture! She stayed with Mother day and night the weekend she died. On July 6, a Saturday morning, I had finished bathing Mother and was fixing her pillows when a big smile came on her face. She said, “Do you see them?” I said, “What, Mother?” She said, “The angels!” It upset me, for I knew her time with us was soon to be over. Dr. William Hagna came on Sunday afternoon. He gave Dad an envelope with some little pills (Phenobarbital), and told Dad he would not be back, but we could take one of the pills if needed. Becky and Pat Hemphill sat up all night Saturday night, along with my Uncle Bill. Mother lived through the night, and all day Sunday the 7th. Dad called a nurse to relieve Tillie, but she would not leave. The nurse came on at 11:00 Sunday night, and Mother died around 1:00 a.m. July 8th. We buried her on July 9, 1952, in Oak Grove Cemetery. Mother had talked with Mama Osborne, and told her to see that I went back to school. I did not feel like going, and Helen and Tom talked me into coming to Statesville to live with them, and take a business course at Mitchell College. Mama stayed with Dad, Bob and Jeanne some of the time. (She gave up a lot to help our family those many months.) By this time I was dating Wilmer and no one else. Mother got to see what a fine young man he was. In September I moved into Helen and Tom’s spare bedroom, and was a day student at Mitchell. It was so small that I soon learned all of the students. I joined the A capella choir, and we performed several places that year. I also played intramural basketball at Mitchell, as I had at Western Carolina. In the spring that year, the drama department decided to do the play “Rebecca,” by Daphne du Maurier, and I got the lead female part, the new Mrs. DeWinter. I remember Bob Mahan played Mr. DeWinter, and we had such a nice time! Jim McDade became a good friend, and he and Sue came to see us after Wilmer and I married. Bob Mahan, Jim, another girl and I sang “Moonlight and Roses” at our Junior-Senior banquet. We elected officers for the next year senior class, and I was named vice-president. My plans were to go just one year, but even though the class thought I would go back, I knew I would not. After getting home and taking over the house so that Mama could get back to her home, and I was soon offered a job as secretary for Mrs. Workman at Workman’s store. It was the one privately owned store on Main Street. They carried more high-end brands than Belk’s, across the street. | 15

16: Scene from "Rebecca" (Mr. & Mrs. DeWinter) Mitchell College 1952 | Dress rehearsal of play "Rebecca" Mitchell College 1952 | Dress rehearsal of play "Rebecca" Mitchell College 1952 | 16

17: Caroline Flowers & roommate Freshman year at WCU | Laura Keeter and Ellen Morris Freshmen year at WCTC, 1951 | Honor Society induction -1951 Jane Matthews Walker bowing down to Ellen | Exciting Times! | 17

18: College days with friends! | National Honor Society Inductee Ellen Ann Morris | 18

19: Janell, Ellen and Betty | School days with friends Laura, Ellen and Betty | 19

20: McDowell County Student Club at WCTC Article McDowell News, 11/8/51 | Future Alumni Club at WCTC Article | 20

21: Ellen dancing at Student Union Bldg. 1951 WCTC (now WCU) | Western's newspaper, 1951 | 21

22: Ellen's National Honor Society speech 1951, “Leadership” | 22

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24: Mama O. | Where do I begin to tell about the female who was the strongest link in our family? Her name was Ellen Elvira Brittain Osborne. She was grandmother. I was her first grandchild, and was taught to call her “Mama.” I called my Mother “Mother.” Mama was born in Henderson County to Anna Rose Corpening and George Marcus Brittain. She grew up in Mills River, and they were members of the Mills River Presbyterian Church. The land where the church is located was given by the Brittain family. Mama’s grandfather gave the first $100 to start the building fund. The Brittains were educated, and the children were all urged to further their high school education. Mama attended Asheville Normal School in Asheville. It was located on the site where Mission Memorial Hospital is now, on Biltmore Avenue. I have Mama’s Victorian silver plated napkin ring that she used while in school. Mama received her teaching certificate, but soon learned that teaching school was not for her. At some point she became the post-mistress in Horse Shoe, NC. In 1905 she married John Davidson Osborne, and they had five children; my Mother, Anna Marie, was the oldest. She was born October 7, 1906. John H. came along 15 months later; Mark Taylor, Rachel Helen, and William Davis were the other three. William, called “Bill,” was living at home with Mama when I was a little girl. I was born on his 16th birthday. The summer that I spent six weeks with Mama is when he built me a swing. Mama taught me to like the flavor of coffee. She gave me evaporated milk with a small amount of coffee, and I thought it was wonderful! I still like coffee-favored candy and ice cream to this day. She taught me the shorter Presbyterian catechism, and how to make cornbread before I was six years old. Helen told me that sometime while Mama lived in the little house in Horse Shoe, she won first place in a countywide contest for updating a kitchen. She went to the Davenport’s country store nearby, bought lumber, and made kitchen cabinets for her kitchen. One of the prizes was a set of aluminum bowls. Aunt Helen gave me the aluminum bowl that we made cornbread in, and I still have it today. Mama was widowed in 1937, and did the gardening, canning, and also rented a room to a couple from Florida in the summer. She called them “Mr. And Mrs. Fritz.” Papa had been a farmer, and at one time they had an apple orchard. Mama was the one who went to the river and caught | 24

25: Mama kept boarders and fed them two meals a day. Mr. Bernard Hirsch, who was the high school band director, and Harold Smith, who ran the Esso station on the corner of New and North Main Streets (where the city hall building stands now) were the only two who I remember lived there. Mr. Hirsch was known as one of the best band directors in the state. He later married and had a son. Harold Smith, who never married, played the stock market and died a wealthy man, leaving his money for McDowell County students to receive yearly scholarships. | the fish for supper. She also painted the porch when needed, as well as the inside of the house. Sometime in the late thirties Mama sold the little farm and came to Marion and bought the house on the corner of North Garden and New Streets. Across the street on the other corner is the large yellow brick house that Mr. Pink Seagle built for his family. | Mama made so many pretty clothes for me. The last that I remember were made my freshman year at Western Carolina. Mama made me a beautiful baby blue organdy formal. It was strapless, and the skirt was in tiers. I wish I still had in my possession the white batiste long-sleeved blouse with lace inserts down the front, around the wrist, and the high neck! When I was married, Mama sat where my Mother would have, had she lived. She was our rock during Mother’s illness and death. She never raised her voice, and I never saw her angry. Even though I was named for her, I certainly did not inherit her quiet manner. | Ellen in baby blue organdy formal made by Mama O. for freshman year at WCTC | Brittain Homestead, Mills River, NC | 25

26: After my children were born, Mama always came and spent a week with us. I remember crying one time when I realized she could do more work than I could without showing fatigue! She rested every day after lunch, and slept about 10 minutes and could go for another eight hours after her “nap”! Her thrifty ways taught me how to run my house on a very small amount of money. One day we were both working at the sink. I was peeling potatoes and left the water running a small trickle, when she said, “You should not waste water, you will live to see a shortage.” While visiting, she patched everything that needed it, put hems back where they were needed, and darned the holes of socks. Somewhere between 1960 and 1962, Mama was still doing all of her painting. She was on a ladder painting her bathroom when she had a heart attack. Shortly after that, she sold the house and went to Statesville to live with Helen, who had become a widow in 1959. Mama continued to garden, can, work in the flowers until shortly before her death in December 1974. She was crocheting the yellow daisy pieces for afghans for all the grandchildren when the lady staying with her called her to lunch. She stood up, put her work down, and collapsed with her last heart attack. She died with dignity, just as she lived. | Mama O. 1953 | Timeless memories | 26

27: Mama O. and cousin Lottie | Mama O. with Ellen, Mother and "Sonny" | Mama O. holding Kathy, and Pop Pop with Ruth (5 mos. old) | Ellen Ann, "not happy" as Mama O. holds Marty and "Sonny" | 27

28: My Wedding | Our reception was held in my home, since several of mine and of Mother’s friends wanted to help. I had taken all the white ruffle curtains to a black lady on Morehead Ridge to get them washed and ironed. There were 33 windows and most of them had those curtains!! Miss Leolean Corbett was one of the ladies who talked me into having it at home. It was nice, but I would not recommend it. We left the reception and drove to Lake Lure. Wilmer was in the shower and I was sitting on the floor getting the rice out of my suitcase and trying to get the knots out of my gowns when a knock at the door startled me! A man said, “Mr. Brown, someone is here to see you.” With Joanne just a month away from her due date I automatically thought it was her. Wilmer came out and to the door and in rushed Bob and Joanne, Janell and Polly Seagle. They said, “You did not eat supper so we brought you some food from the reception.” I do not remember how long they stayed. We went on the next day to Fontana Dam for the rest of the week. The weather was nice and we did a lot of hiking and played miniature golf. We had a little log cabin and I cooked dinner most every night. We came back to “Brown’s Motel,” where we had our room ready. Earl Wiseman had brought us a bottle of homemade peach brandy, and Mother Brown put it in our room with flowers from her garden. The next June we moved across the road where Janell’s gift shop and restaurant was, to the apartment overhead where Mr. And Mrs. Brown, Janell and Wilmer lived after Mr. Brown sold his tile business in Rocky Mount, NC and went to Ashford to build the motor courts. Wilmer had a bedroom downstairs behind the kitchen. We took Mr. Brown’s truck to Lowe’s in Asheville and bought a stove and refrigerator, and had enough furniture for the two bedrooms and our living room/dining room combination. | I became engaged on Easter Sunday evening in Mother’s tulip garden. Six months later at 7:30 in the evening of September 18, 1954 I walked down the aisle of First Baptist Church, Marion, NC with the “Wedding March” being played on chimes. | 28

29: In August of 1955 we rented an apartment at the Evelyn Apartments in Marion. I was working at Workman’s and had to use one of the two vehicles to get to work. Mother Brown, Janell and Wilmer were all working at American Thread Co. Wilmer worked in the chemistry lab. Wilmer went to Spruce Pine and found us a maroon Chevrolet coupe. He called me to tell me he had found a nice little car for $500, so I went to the First Union Bank where I knew Mr. Grant, who was the president. We had saved $200, so I asked for a $300 loan. Mr. Grant said, “Certainly I will let you have the money. But you need to take this paper and let your dad sign it.” I said, “Why do I need my dad to sign?” He said, “You must be 21.” I said, “I am almost 22.” He thought I was still a child, I guess. Anyway, we got the money and had our fine little car for me to take to work. | That same summer Mr. And Mrs. Workman gave the shocking news to we employees that they were closing the department store. They had hired me as a bookkeeper, but I worked on the floor during lunchtime and busy holiday times. That is where I learned about fine china, silver, crystal, and a little about clothes. | Laura Keeter, Ellen and Betty Morgan at bridal shower for Ellen | 29

30: Sparky Parker, who was personnel manager at Marion Mfg. Co. heard the news and called me to come for an interview. I went right to work as secretary to the Secretary of Marion Mfg. Co., Mr. Thurman Ritchie. He was a fine gentleman and I loved my job. It paid more than twice what I had been making, but there was one small problem. I was pregnant and did not know it when I took the job. I had morning sickness so severely that I felt forced to resign at the end of the year, so I only got to work five months. Mr. Workman had poor health, so Mrs. Workman opened a small gift shop down the street. After Steve was born she called and asked me if I would come down once a month and do the sales tax. I would put Steve in his stroller and try to go when it was naptime. However, Georgia Nichols and Mrs. Isaac enjoyed playing with him while I did the taxes, so it did not matter. We moved to Richmond the first of September when Steve was three months old, so that did not last long. | Easter Sunday, circa 1955 Wilmer, Ellen Tom Weaver, Helen Jeanne and Mama O. | Ellen on Rock, 1955 | Wilmer on Rock, 1955 | Wilmer and that maroon Chevrolet! | 30

31: Ellen, 1953 | Wilmer, 1953 | Helen & Tom Weaver | Lake James on Sunday afternoons | 31

32: Ellen's wedding patterns and prices Sept. 1954 | 32

33: Brown Family Church Directory Portrait 1974 | Kathy, Steve, Pam and Jennifer 2011 | 33

34: I went to the hospital after lunch on May 6, 1956. After midnight, Steve was born. We lived on the third floor of the Evelyn Apartments. In those days, we could not climb steps after a birth. Wilmer was at work, and I came home by ambulance and was carried upstairs on the gurney. We had put the baby crib in the guest room. Due to the trauma Nana had undergone, she did not sleep well at night. She came to me and asked if she could take care of Steve during the night so that I could rest, and I could take care of him during the day. It was a wonderful idea and she could nap when Steve napped. When he started squirming, trying to wake up, she got up and put his bottle on to warm; while it was warming she changed his diaper by the streetlights and he never really woke up and never cried. It was great for Wilmer and me! | Wilmer’s brother-in-law, Amos Speas from Winston-Salem, NC brought Nana Brown to our house about a week before Steve’s birth. Nana had been in Edenton, NC visiting her sister, Doris Alston. While she was there, she had a much-needed DNC, and Doris took care of her. In April Mr. Brown had committed suicide while she was away. His property had gone into bankruptcy and he was determined not to leave the land. | Steven Lewis Brown 1956 | Dad bought us a carriage that lifted off and made a “car bed.” We spent a lot of time outdoors in the fresh air and strolled downtown. Nana stayed about six weeks and became so attached to Steve, and it was certainly understandable. He helped to fill a void in her life. She loved all of her grandchildren equally, but Steve was always special to her. When Steve was three months old we moved to Richmond, VA. Dad came to tell us goodbye. It was the second time I watched him cry aloud in my life. | In November of 1956 I had hung the wash on the drying rack in our apartment in Richmond, VA. I put a blanket on the rug in the living room and put Steve on it. In just a few minutes I came out of the kitchen and he had rolled off his blanket and was pulling clothes off the rack. I | July 2, 1956 outing, after Steve's birth! | 34

35: got the camera to capture the moment, since he was only 5-1/2 months. Little did I know that he would be a “mover and climber.” The next incident was early the next spring, I was hanging clothes on the line outside and heard a thud, and came running back inside and started upstairs where our bedrooms were. There Steve was at the top of the stairs. He had flipped himself out of the crib! Several months later we moved to a two-story brick home eight miles out on Highway 41. Our next-door neighbor, Lillian Dentler, who had two little girls named Mike and Candy, found the house for $100 a month and offered the downstairs and an upstairs bedroom for Steve to us for $50. Lillian worked from 11 to 7 as a nurse supervisor in the emergency room at The Medical College of Virginia. One night Wilmer and I were watching television and heard a thump upstairs, and when we went to the stairs, there Steve was coming down the steps. We moved back to Marion the first of July 1958. There was a field beside the little house we lived in on Sinclair Avenue. While he was a little boy, I soon learned that he climbed the pine trees. Kathy’s doll had pine resin on it, and when I asked her how it got there, she said Steve had taken it up in the tree. I feel blessed that we never had broken bones or serious injuries all through Steve’s childhood. He was so agile and active. In junior high and high school he played basketball and had ankle and knee injuries, as well as a front tooth. The knee injury required surgery. He had the surgery in spring of 1974. Steve was a joy throughout his childhood and never gave us any trouble. A funny thing happened on the night of his Junior or Senior Prom. I do not remember which one. We had a beautiful white Buick with red leather seats. I happened to get up and went to the kitchen for a drink of water and saw the car was missing. I immediately woke Wilmer up and he called the police. While he was on the phone with them, Steve drove up. He decided to take his date home in the Buick. Of course, we did not mind – Just did not know what he wanted to! We were very happy when he chose a college and finished his education at UNCC. Pam came into his life during those years at UNCC. They dated for years, and were married in September 1987. Wilmer was very close to her, and she adored him. Since his death in 1995 she has been there for me any time I needed her, and I am so proud to have her for a daughter-in-law. She seems like one of my children. I feel truly blessed! | 35

36: Steve Brown on beach trip Circa 1963 | Kathy and Steve on Sinclair Ave. 1959 | Wilmer, Ellen, Steve, 1956 | Steve and Kathy 01/1960 | Steve, age 3 Kathy, 4 mo. | Nana Morris and baby Steve on Mother's Day | "Christmas Cowboy" | Steve at home in Richmond, Va. | Special Boy | 36

37: Easter 1985 W. Court St. with Nana Brown | Steve and Pam Brown in their home in Charlotte | Steve, Pam and Ellen London, 2002 | 37

38: Titans Win Thriller article McDowell News 12/17/73 | 38

39: Athletes of the Week article McDowell News 1/18/1974/5 | My Son | 39

40: Kathy was the baby that we were beginning to think we would not have. After going through the terrible ordeal of “cowpox” in the spring of 1958, we learned that we were going to have a baby in December. I started out with an Obstetrician in Richmond, VA, and went to Dr. Archie McIntosh when went back to Marion live. Wilmer and I never discussed going back until Dad offered him a job with “Morris Wholesale,” at which we both thought it best to be nearer our families if something else happened to one of us. During my cowpox I had no one to help me during the day. The only friend I had made there, Mae Conte, was 8 miles away and had Steve and took care of him. I would sit all day with both hands and arms bandaged to my elbows and watch TV. A sister to the nurse who lived upstairs came by after she got off work at 3 and gave me something to eat. It was such a painful time that I find it difficult to put on paper some of the details. In July of 1958 we moved back to Marion and rented a small 2-bedroom house on Sinclair Ave. Dad and Nana found it for us. It belonged to a neighbor of theirs. On Christmas Eve I woke up with labor pains. I got up and got busy with the things I needed to do for our Christmas and decided to go ahead and make a pound cake for Wilmer to take to Bob and Joanne’s, where we had planned to have dinner. I called Joanne that morning and told her I was making a birthday cake. She asked, “Who for?” and I said, “The new baby is on the way!” Much to our surprise, my best friend in Richmond had asked if she could come and help take care of Steve and help me with the baby. Of course I was delighted! However, I never dreamed she would call and say to pick her up at the bus station at a certain time on Christmas Eve. We thought she would be with her husband, Harry, through Christmas Day and then come. I woke Wilmer up around 6 and told him we would soon be leaving for the hospital. I had walked the floors all night and was ready to go. | I had invited Dad and Nana for Christmas breakfast, so Mae and I cooked breakfast, and naturally we had called Dad to say they needed to come on now if they wanted to see me! Wilmer had bought me a sewing machine, and Santa brought Steve a record player with some records. The last memory I have of leaving that morning was kissing him good-bye while he was on his knees playing the records. | Kathryn Ellen Brown 1959 | 40

41: Dr. Archie delivered Kathy around 9:30 that morning. I was so shocked to learn that I had a girl, that when he came in my room to check on me after the delivery I was crying and said to him “I cannot believe that I had a girl.” He made the nurse go to the nursery to bring her for me to see. I thought because Joanne had two girls and I had a boy, that I would have another boy. That night when visiting hours came, I was weary and ready to go to sleep after being awake all night and just a few naps during the day. I looked up and the entire family (so it seemed) came through the door: Wilmer, Bob and Joanne, Mama O. and Helen. Helen pinned a corsage on my pillow and they made me comb my hair and put on lipstick, and Bob made a movie. We had good friends who had two darling little girls. The oldest one was Connie and the youngest was Cathy. Wilmer loved the name Cathy (even though he called all little girls “Sally.” I wanted to name her Sally, and he said she did not look like a Sally. We finally settled on Kathryn Ellen, and would always be called Kathy. I did not learn until after his death when I saw a letter he had written his grandmother “Hattie,” that he had told her if he ever had a little girl he wanted to name her Harriet. I had always loved dolls and played with them more than some girls. Steve was such a good child who was entertained easily, so while he played with his trucks, etc., I would dress Kathy. She always had two clean dresses a day. I would bathe her and put her down for a nap and use a baby Nestle product for one pin curl on top of her head. It was fun playing with a live doll! She only had 5 dresses as an infant, so I washed the poor things until they were too faded for Jennifer when she came along. Each day when she woke up from the afternoon nap, I combed her hair and put a small ribbon to match the dress she was wearing. She had two pink, one green, one blue, and one yellow With the sewing machine Wilmer bought me, I made a couple of dresses after taking a sewing class. The pretty one was a long-sleeved winter white sheath that was fully lined. My instructor had to give me a lot of help! I also made Kathy a tiny red and white print dress with an organdy pinafore for her 1st birthday. Kathy was a healthy baby. She only had one infection, and she also had German measles. She was always “Chatty Kathy” as a toddler. I do not remember which Christmas that Santa brought her a “Chatty Kathy” doll. As a toddler she would play dress-up and follow me around talking. I remember one morning when I was washing dishes she knocked on the wall and I turned around. She said, “Miss Brown, I have come to spend the day.” There she stood in a pair of my high heels, jewelry on, and carrying a pocketbook! | 41

42: I left out another cute thing she did on her first birthday. We had spent the day at the Morrises, and came back to our house to have her ice cream and cake. The babies were tired and hungry, so we put them on our bed, each one with a bottle of milk. Ruth was only 5 months old and she dropped her bottle. Kathy did not miss a beat; she just reached over, picked it up and put it back in Ruth’s mouth. Ruth and Kathy remained close all through childhood and are still good friends and get together often, even now. During tax season in April, Joanne worked one full 5-day week and I kept all 4 of the children. Kathy had a little folding picnic table that we used so many times. We played restaurant and I fed the 4 little ones on that table. Both Kathy and Jennifer were cheerleaders for midget football teams. They both took piano lessons. Kathy dropped piano and played flute in the band until high school, when she became a cheerleader Upon graduation Kathy attended the American Fashion and Design school in Charlotte for a one-year program. She went to work for Grindstaff’s in Forest City. The company kept insisting that she move there. That was the reason she left the company and came to work at the Ramble Rack. She was over the Junior Department. After a long courtship, she married Mike Flowers in June of 1979. She started a tradition of making the shortbread cookies from the recipe given by her grandmother, Vera Brown. So many of her friends expect them on Christmas. Mike and Kathy spent a lot of time with us on weekends. We ate Sunday lunch together as a family for several years. She continued to work at the Ramble Rack until we closed the store in December 1988. She was an asset to the store, and won the confidence of many, many customers. When customers asked for her advice she always gave them an honest answer as to which style or color was best for them, in her opinion. I could always see her one day taking over the family business. She was hard working, had good ideas, and many attributes for attracting customers. In 1993, she and two other ladies opened a small dress shop on Main Street in Marion. Her partners were Pricilla Owenby and Christine Mustine. I do not remember when they closed the shop. Kathy and Mike gave us two granddaughters who brought so much joy to our lives. | 42

43: Kathy, June 1963, 18 months old | Kathy Brown, grade school | Kathy grade 3, 1967 | Kathy Brown, circa 1963 in party dress | Nana Brown made | Ruth and Kathy at school registration | 43

44: “One of A Kind" dress shop owned by Kathy Flowers, Pricilla Owenby and Christine Mustine | Pop Pop and Kathy playing "Spite and Malice" 12-25-99 | Nana Brow and Kathy, 1959 | Christmas dinner at Mama Brown's | 44

45: Kathy buying ticket to Asheville Zoo Went with Betty Morgan Young | Aug. 1981 newspaper ad for fall fashions | Models for 1981 Fashion Show Betty Lunsford, Beverly Stevens and Kathy Brown | 45

46: Jennifer came into the world on March 27, 1962. She was indeed a miracle baby! My entire pregnancy was extremely difficult due to my being allergic to the fetus. I lost all skin and eyebrows on my face, and had to have weekly steroid shots that were dangerous to both of us, but necessary to keep us both alive. Due to the seriousness of the pregnancy my doctor, Dr. Archie McIntosh, took my case to the hospital board and to ask permission for me to have a tubal ligation, since I already had two prior young children to raise. The surgery was granted and done. I was in the hospital a week. Steve and Kathy were taken care of by family and friends. Kathy spent the third week in Spartanburg with my sister, Jeanne. When Betty Israel brought her home and we hugged and kissed her and asked her if she wanted to see her baby sister, this is what she said when she saw her: “Take it back!!!” When we asked her why, she said, “They told me it was a girl, and that is not a girl.” “Why do you say that?” we asked. “Because it does not have long hair!” After she realized that the baby was a girl, she was happy. Jennifer had a beautiful head, even if it was bald! She, like me, was allergic to cow’s milk and got along so well after we got her on soy milk. She was a very nervous baby and child, and without being told, we thought it was because she had to endure steroids before birth. Ii spent several weeks after her birth with my warm hand on her back, sitting by her raised crib so she could nap. We still lived in the little four-room house on Sinclair Avenue. Shortly after her birth when she began sleeping at night, we put the twin beds and her baby bed in the big room and all the children loved it. They woke up laughing almost every morning. After we bought our first house just around the corner on Sinclair, I saw Steve and Kathy standing on a chair looking out the dinette window. I said, “What are you looking at?” They both said, “Our old house. We had fun when Jennifer was in our room.” Maybe that explains why in the olden days children were happier when they were not alone. | Jennifer was a good child, like the other two. Maybe it was because I was a little older and because she was a survivor with a special sensitive nature that I was shown by her the following powerful incidents to help me understand faith more clearly. One morning she came into the kitchen when I was making breakfast. She said, “Mother, I am not afraid | Jennifer Carol Brown 1962 | 46

47: anymore. Last night I saw an angel at the foot of my bed.” It was then that I realized that she had not been ready for a room of her own. I was preparing for my first thyroid surgery in October 1966 when she was four and I took her to find some winter shoes. She wanted loafers like Marie, Beth, Ruth, Rachel and Kathy had. I tried to explain that we had no time to drive to Asheville and would probably have to buy some saddle oxfords, because her feet were so narrow and small. We started out at Belk’s with no luck, and then to Young’s shoe store, and no luck there. We were on our way to the car when she passed the little store Marshall Young had opened. It contained left-over and close-out shoes. Jennifer said, “We did not go in there.” I replied, “I do not believe they will have any to fit you.” Needless to say, we gave it a try. When I opened the door there was a lady standing behind the cash register just inside the door, who said to me, “May I help you?” I replied, “Yes, my daughter wears an 11 B shoe. Do you have any.” She showed me the wall where they were located. There were many size 10’s, a few 10 , many, many size 11, but only 5 or 6 pair of 11’s. When we reached the wall, I saw a pair of brown loafers. I picked them up and was s hocked when on the inside the size was 11 B ~ Just what we had looked for! When we left the store, Jennifer was holding my hand and looked up at me and said, “Mother, why did you think we would not find these shoes? I prayed for them!” Another lesson in the faith of a child! Jennifer enjoyed being a cheerleader in high school, and Wilmer and I always enjoyed the games even after Steve graduated. We were so happy she chose Wingate University after high school. She was very happy there and had good friends. She was one of the students who went to London the fall semester of her sophomore year. We put her on the plane in September a young, typical teenager, but when she came home in December she appeared to have grown up in so many ways. I always felt that was an important part of her education. | 47

48: Jennifer Carol Brown 1962 | Wilmer Brown with baby Jennifer Summer 1963 | Rachel Morris and Jennifer Brown at Pop Pop & Nana's | Jennifer’s 3rd birthday party, when she got her first "real dishes" | Jennifer, age 4 | Jennifer, age 2 | 48

49: School paper about "The Pilgrims" Jennifer wrote when she was 7 | 49

50: 422 West Court St. White home getting new green siding | Christmas at West Court St. circa 1985 or 86 | J | O | Y | ! | Jennifer with Benjamin | 50

51: Intern Program Works article McDowell Express 07/09/80 | Jennifer modeling for Ramble Rack | 51

52: While browsing through a bookstore with a friend this week, I ran across a book about Asheville and was delighted to see a storefront shot of Bon Marche made at night in the early years. I can remember as a child that Mother would take me there every year. I do not remember specific clothing that was bought, but it was a beautiful store. In later years I remember John Carroll that also had the look of New York or Atlanta. In 1988, the same year that our Ramble Rack went out of business, so did John Carroll. I went there and bought a purple umbrella and a black London Fog raincoat. I still wear the raincoat and still carry the umbrella. The last time I went to London, the London Fog went with me. Steve and Pam went with me in 2002. I love the city; and if age and money were not an issue, I would visit there every year! In the winter of 1979 Kathy and I would go to Asheville almost every week on our day off. She found a pretty wedding dress made of dotted Swiss in a little shop on Wall Street. The dress was shop worn and before her wedding I washed it and hung it on the side of the porch in the sun to dry. It looked beautiful. Before Jennifer’s wedding, Kathy and I met her in Statesville to shop. I took my wedding dress to her and she had a seamstress to alter it to fit her. What a fun day we had together. Now my mind is wandering back to the Saturday in the 70’s when Wilmer, Steve, Kathy and Jennifer tore down the old garage at our home at 422 West Court Street. I did the inside chores and cooked them a big country dinner. Another Saturday they took down the broken trellis and | got rid of the wisteria that was taking over one side of our house. We moved into the house 15 days before Christmas in 1969, and there was so much to do to the house we never really got it all done. Especially the landscaping. Since I had only days to get ready for Christmas with that being such a busy time at the Ramble Rack, I had Doris Moore to measure for cranberry linen draperies for the living room and we had new carpet put in our bedroom. The painter came and finished the living room, dining room, hall and upstairs hall. | Our Lives as a Family | Family Christmas time at the Brown's | 52

53: The painter came and finished the living room, dining room, hall and upstairs hall. On Christmas Eve it was cold and snowy looking. I took the children and we met Nana Brown at the depot. We came in the back door and when she reached the archway of the dining room and saw the decorated Christmas tree, the fresh paint and new drapes, she started crying. She said it looked like a miracle to have moved, worked, and done that much in so few days. What a special Christmas that was. We woke up the next morning to a snowfall. Winston Salem had so much ice Janell could not get out of Wake Forest to come. She did manage to get to have Christmas with Janice and Amos. | A nap at Papa and Ellie's on Christmas Day; circa 1989 or 90. Year we gave them the German dolls. | Christmas on W. Court St. Table with “Varenne” china International “Prelude” silver and Heisey "Orchid" crystal. We sold crystal and took a trip!! | One of our last Christmases on W. Court St., early 1990's | Ellie & Caroline, Christmas late 80's | 53

54: West Court Street patio | Wilmer cooking for family barbecue | House on West Court getting ready for green siding | Original stringing of Pop Pop's popcorn, circa 1987-88 | Caroline and Meg helping Mama & Papa Brown plant beans | 54

55: West Court Street home in the snow | Bob & Sherrel with baby Luke | Nana Morris & baby Luke | Christmas morning 1994 | Caroline refusing her bottle from Janell | 55

56: Ellen with Kathy, 1 mo. old | Our prize 18" cabbage! | The children in front of our first home on Sinclair Avenue! | Ellen, Wilmer, Anna Searson and Jeanne at World's Fair Knoxville, TN, 1982 | Viv, Rachel, and Red July 31st, the year John was born | 56

57: Celebrating our anniversary in New England with Viv, and Red Walker | Setting up booth at an antique show | Wilmer and Ellen on cruise ship from Ft. Lauderdale | Mother's Day in Winston with Nana Brown | Beth Ross, Alice Little, Virginia Hobbs Baby shower for Debbie Whittamore | 57

58: Proud Great-grandmother Nana Brown and Grandmother Ellie with Meg | Betty Lunsford and Wilmer on Acapulco trip | A day at Nana Brown's with Meg | Rolls are rising! Almost ready for dinner! 1992 | Wilmer & Benjamin, March '95 | 58

59: Back from our trip! | Morris and Brown cousins--1962 or '63 | Morris, Brown and Searson cousins in early 2000's | Wilmer's last birthday party, 7-31-94 Jack & Eloise Randolph and Olis & Doris Buff | Earl & Joanne Harvey, Wilmer Pat Packett, Bob Davis, 7-31-94 | 59

60: Meg | Meg Flowers in old pram at Mama & Papa Brown’s, 1984 | Mama Brown holding Meg for the first time | Meg on blue and white appliquéd quilt Mama Brown designed and made for her | Reaching for a drink of water! | Pinched her little finger in the wicker pram! | 60

61: Meg and Caroline Picture time at Ramble Rack | Meg, picture time at Ramble Rack | Meg helping Mama Brown make salmon patties | Meg holding her new German doll | Easter '87, smelling cherry blossoms at Mama and Papa's | Having a tea-party lunch with Mama Brown | 61

62: Air Force 2, 2002 | Sitting in the Vice-President's chair | By the seal above the Vice-President's chair! | 62

63: Caroline | Caroline at Myrtle Beach, 1988 | Caroline & Mama Brown on patio | Great-grandmother Vera Brown with Meg and holding Caroline on Papa and Mama Brown's porch (May ’88) | Meg & Caroline (Feb ’88) | Ramble Rack photo shoot! Summer 1988 | 63

64: Mama Brown giving a bath for trip to Nana Brown’s | Mama Brown feeding her first bite of cereal | Meg & Caroline | Talking with her great-aunt Janice Speas at Jennifer's wedding reception | Wearing Ellie's baby dress | Helping Ellie in the kitchen | 64

65: Caroline at Mama Brown's having tea party | Caroline practicing dancing at Mama Brown’s | Caroline, circa 1990 | Caroline's only voice recital (Spring ’99). I gave her voice lessons that year. | Meg helping Papa and Mama Brown plant the garden, and Caroline watching from the red wagon (April ’89) | 65

66: B e n j a m i n | MaMop holding Benjamin in 1995 | MaMop holding Benjamin at motel in Greensboro | First day home, in his own bed! | Baby portraits | MaMop holding Benjamin for the first time, Richmond, VA airport | Watering MaMop's flowers | 66

67: Benjamin playing first year “peewee” game | Benjamin and Luke at MaMop’s watching cartoons | Waiting for Santa! | Toddler portrait | 67

68: Luke | Luke and Benjamin, circa 1997 or 98 | MaMop holding Luke for first time when he arrived at home! | MaMop holding her precious boys! | MaMop giving baby Luke a bath | Taking his shoes off! | 68

69: Benjamin and Luke at home in Richmond, Va. | Pop Pop talking with Luke | Brothers at bath time! | School picture | 69

70: Little Will came into my life after a life-threatening experience, and when I first saw him I thought how much I needed him to help me fight to regain my strength. How little did I know that it was like I was given a chance to see my soul mate grow up! He had the same kind, happy, loving spirit that his great-granddad was blessed with. In fact, all the males in my life were like that. Steve was so much like little Will when he was a young child. | Meg was in school and working, and I was blessed to keep little Will in the evenings that she needed me. As an infant and toddler I would stroll him up and down the street and stop and show him the squirrels running across the power lines carrying their acorns. When he could walk, we picked up leaves and took them home. One day he wanted to pick up all the sticks he could carry. I do not remember what he wanted to do with them! In the spring and summers we planted green beans and tomato plants and watched them grow. We had breakfast on the deck and watched and talked with the birds. I let him pick his beans, and he helped me string and snap them. He always cleaned his plate – regardless of what I fed him! | While recuperating from my last thyroid surgery, I would sit in a chair and show him how to run and throw the basketball in the hoop. We put his little goal in my kitchen when he was at my house. Great-grandmothers can do that if they want to!! During his 3rd and 4th years we played “catch” softball in the shade between condos. I would throw 3 or 4 balls and rest, and he would patiently wait for me to be ready to play again. When we played golf on the runner in the living room or in the side yard he would play by himself while I “caught my breath” and was ready to join him again. He loved sports and it was hard to say which ones he | William Lewis Flowers | enjoyed most. He also enjoyed the big truck I bought for him at a yard sale. He still plays with it some. He is now seven and our next adventure will be the electric train that I have on layaway for his birthday-Christmas this year. | Teaching Will to shoot basketball in my kitchen! | 70

71: I thank God that little Will came into my life to bring such joy to all of us! I wish that I could write all the stories about my children, my grandchildren and my great-grandson. I would like to read and think about them when my body will no longer let me do all the wonderful things I am now doing. | Will ~ Christmas at Steve and Pam's | Will at nap time with elves at Steve & Pam's | Will helping Mama Brown get a pan ready to cook | "Do you have some more carrots?" Feb. Beach trip 2005 | 71

72: 3-year-old Will digging "yunyuns" in Mama Brown’s garden | "Let's see what's going on in the world of sports today!" | Gathering firewood? (He gathered every stick he could find!) | Picking green beans with Mama Brown! | A holiday shopping spree at the mall! | 72

73: Morgan Whitamore and Will Flowers, 7-4-08 | From soccer game to “playing golf” at Mama Brown’s, 2007 | Watering Mama Brown’s flowers | Will's "portrait pose" | Painting at Mama Brown's | WONDER! | 73

74: In March of 1955 Dad and Thelma Crawley Finley were married in the First Presbyterian Church in Marion. They went to Florida on their honeymoon, and while there, they visited Dad’s brother, Uncle Roy, and Aunt Hattie Morris. They lived in St. Petersburg, Fla. When they returned from their honeymoon, Dad and Jeanne moved into Thelma’s home on Lincoln Avenue. It must have been very painful for Thelma to have a teenager living in her own daughter’s bedroom. Thelma had lost her only child, a daughter, Judy, to leukemia the year before. Jeanne had a very difficult time trying to please Thelma, and after about a year she moved back to the home place with Bob and Joanne, who had bought it from Dad. Bob and Joanne did her a great favor; however, in turn, she became a built-in baby sitter which I am sure helped them. I am sure they had difficult times, but they got along well. In 1990 Thelma sold the house and she and Dad moved to Brevard to a retirement home, College Walk. They were not very happy there, and after investing $30,000 to buy into the apartment, they soon were willing to lose that and move to Arden, NC, to a place called “Crescent View.” They seemed to be very happy there. They both made friends and had plenty of entertainment. | As their health failed and Dad became sick, I was driving over there several times a week. Bob and I talked about it and decided to go over and see if they would consider coming back to Marion and getting a small apartment so that we could look in on them. Without any thought, they were very agreeable to do just that. They came home and we found them an apartment near Autumn Care where Dad spent more than 3 years. Nana visited him almost daily until she was diagnosed with a papilloma tumor that came up between her eyes and became, as she described it, “like a horn.” It became very painful and eventually I had to put her in Autumn Care. They had separate rooms, but Dad always pushed his “Cadillac,” as he called his walker, down to kiss her good night. It was so much easier for me to pick up their laundry at one place and give them a visit every day. | Dad and Nana's Life Together | Dad & Nana Morris on their honeymoon, March 1955 | 74

75: On my birthday, July 2, 2000, Thelma died early in the morning after our family had taken Dad out for his birthday supper the night before. Jeanne was here with me when I got the call. Six months later, Dad died suddenly just a week before Christmas. They had been married 45 years and most of them were good years for them. My Mother and Dad had only been married 21 years when Mother died. Toward the last months of their lives, Dad and Nana were so easy to care for. They both aged with dignity and grace, and were so kind to me. For a very long time after their deaths I felt lost. Because I wanted to do so, I spent most of my time with them. | Newspaper article after Dad retired (Baking Bread) | 75

76: Gordon Morris plowing one of his beautiful gardens | Meg and Caroline at Pop Pop and Nana's in Arden, NC | Dad and Nana visiting W. Court St. after moving to Brevard | Pop Pop & Benjamin at Brevard | 76

77: Bill Searson Bill Wakefield Joanne and Dad at 1st golf tournament | Bob, Jeanne, Dad and Ellen at golf supper for Dad | Nana Morris's last Thanksgiving at Ellen's, 1999 | Thelma, Bob and Gordon Morris | Josephine's lunch for family when we buried Dad, 12/2000 | 77

78: In the late winter of 1963, one bitter cold Sunday afternoon became a very memorable day. Wilmer, the children and I had eaten lunch with Bob and Joanne. After the children’s naps, we put Marie, Beth, Ruth, Steve an Kathy in what the children called “the way back” of the pink Dodge station wagon. Joanne and I held the babies, Jennifer and Rachel, on our laps on the back seat as we rode around the county looking for a small vacant building to fulfill our dream of having a ladies and children’s discount store. When we drove out 221 North about three miles from town, we spotted a building very close to the highway which appeared to be vacant. Bob stopped the car and he and Wilmer walked up a hill to a house behind the building. Joanne and I waited in the car with the seven children. The house and building belonged to Charles McKinney. Mrs. McKinney met them at the door and told them he was in the bedroom taking a nap. She led them to the door, woke Charles up, and they began a lengthy conversation. Charles told them that he was a night watchman for Broyhill Furniture Factory. The building had been a little fruit stand at one time. It had no heat, no restrooms, and no air conditioning. He told them, “People travel all up and down that road from all over the world, and Europe too!” and he advised us to put in vending machines! Well, the fellows came back to the car with grins on their faces, and said we could rent the building for $13 a month. Where that amount came from, we never knew. Bob had taken us to Bristol, Tennessee, where we bought some closeouts. Now it was time to put our two-year dream into action. We decided that we needed approximately $2500 to get started, and went to the Marion Bank & Trust Company and talked with Miss Doris Hill, president of the bank. Her desk was in the back of the bank where she could see everyone | coming and going, and customers could also hear her voice as she talked with clients. We explained that we had done a lot of research, and were ready to open a small discount store that would start out as closeouts and irregular merchandise. We had gotten the idea form Her Majesty Manufacturer in Greenville, SC, where we bought little girls fancy pants in the retail store and only added 25 to 50 cents profit to the gowns, pajamas and panties. This was to give us enough merchandise to go with what we could find. | Ramble Rack Days | 78

79: Ms. Hill was not at all sold on the idea, and told us that it might not make it. She did let us have the $2500 with the signatures of Wilmer and I, Bob and Joanne, Gordon Morris, and Joanne’s parents, Bob and Jean Landis, and Bob’s house as collateral! Needless to say, we left the bank in a bad mood. Bob and Joanne were buying our home place, and Wilmer and I were renting a four-room bungalow on Sinclair Avenue. Our grand opening day was March 21, 1963, a blustery winter day with snow blowing. Our oil stove just inside the front door felt good! We had a huge box of sweaters from Sweetree Mills in Cherryville, NC, and a rack of Easter dresses from Greenville, SC. We were fortunate enough to hire a lady named Irene Rhom, who had raised seven children of her own, to work for us five days a week for $15. Joanne and I alternated days, Monday, Wednesday and Friday one week, and Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday the next week. Wilmer kept our children the Saturdays that I worked. In the beginning years we traveled a day here and there, going to plants to pick up merchandise. We wrote many letters to manufacturers, and a great opportunity was presented in a reply we received from Mr. Johnston, of the Johnston Company in Texas. We had seen the expensive line in a children’s shop in Hendersonville, NC. Mr. Johnston had married a lady from Asheville, and thought it would be nice to have an outlet near Asheville carrying the Johnston label. One of the most exciting days in the early months, to me, happened when I was sitting in a wooden chair marking merchandise, and a big transfer truck drove up and delivered three cases from the Johnston Company. I remember getting so excited when I opened a box and pulled out a little dress that had a $40 tag on it sent back from “Lord & Taylor” in New York! The flaws in the “seconds” were usually very insignificant. Our babies wore so many of the line, as well as the older girls. We always felt that the Johnston line of clothing, along with White Stag skiwear, helped us to grow from that tiny store to the 5000-square-foot A&P building we ended up buying in 1978. At the end of the first year, we convinced Tom McKinney to build us a building next door. We moved in it around 1965, and saw right away that it was not enough room. He soon doubled the size of the building. We worked one employee Monday thru Saturday, but with two on Fridays, when a second person came in and worked from 1 until 9 p.m. Our next-door neighbor, Estelle Morgan, was kind enough to help us out on Fridays. I happened to be working the day that John F. Kennedy was shot, and Estelle came in and told us. I even remember that she brought us a delicious lunch of fresh green beans, potatoes, and barbequed chicken she’d just made. | 79

80: Wilmer and I took walks around town several nights a week in those days. We had seen the empty A&P building on East Court Street, and he kept saying how nice it would be if we could buy a place of our own. When we looked at that building, with the great wall all around the huge lot, I told him that I was sure the price would be out of our range. His response was, “You will never know unless you find out.” He asked Doris Hill about it, and she gave him the name of the Lowe’s accountant. On Wednesday, February 8, 1978, Bob, Joanne, Wilmer and I met with the accountant to make an offer on the building. On February 18, the four of us got to take a look inside the building. It was very dirty and needed a lot of work, but all agreed that it was a good sound building. On Saturday, February 17th, the accountant called Wilmer and we all agreed to buy the building. On March 17th, James Walters called Wilmer and told him we could have the building for $130,000. We were fortunate to rent two small spaces on the side to help with our overhead. We kept about 5000 square feet, and on the Madison Street side we rented shop space to Young’s Shoe Store, and to the Harts’ of Morganton, for a framing and art shop. On February 22, Joanne and I went to Asheville in Steve’s “Herbie” Volkswagen. The windshield wipers were so worn out I could hardly see, and with snow on the roads in Asheville, it was not easy to drive. We went to two businesses to see display racks for sale, but there were too many hills and I became frightened, and said, “Dear Lord, help us through this one.” Then Joanne came back with, “You watch the road and let me do the praying.” We managed to get back to the store by five o’clock to help check out. We did find eight racks, too! During the 1980’s we had grown, and had so many employees that our overhead was getting out of hand. Due to manufacturers taking their plants overseas, we lost most all of our American-made merchandise. Prices were going up and we had spoiled the customers with big discounts that were cutting too deeply into our profits. I finally could not stand the stress of what was taking place, and told Joanne that I could not longer go on. We sat down, made a plan, and began our “going out of business” sales. I knew that I was too young to retire, especially with not coming out with what had been projected in our long-range plans. I bought many antiques and collectibles books and went to work studying until the wee hours of the morning. On Dec. 17, 1988 we closed the Ramble Rack down with its last sale, and sold fixtures, computer, etc. for whatever people were willing to pay. We had paid $50,000 for the computer, and I believe that we ended up getting less than $2,000 for it. | 80

81: Aerial view of original Ramble Rack bldg. 221 N., Marion, NC Circa 1965 | First Ramble Rack ad when we bought the A&P bldg. and opened our new store | Ramble Rack road sign | Ramble Rack storefront (Note: Wilmer made sign above door!) | Closing the store was like grieving for a lost relative. We had put our hearts into it for well over a quarter of a century, and there was much grief involved at the end. | Joanne, Beverly Stevens and Beth Ross decided to open a Children’s Shop right away. I had already rented a booth in the Black Mountain Antiques Mall in October, so I spent many hours studying and learning what I could about that business. Wilmer enjoyed it as much as I did, and we spent almost every Friday night having dinner in Asheville and going to Johnny Penland’s auctions. We had a booth in Old Fort, Asheville and Brevard after getting out of the one in Black Mountain. | 81

82: Movin' on up!! | Ramble Rack Moonlight Madness flyer | Kathy & Betty Lunsford, Spring ’78 Moving Ramble Rack R to 207 E. Court St. | Ellen hard at work! | 82

83: 1988 Huge summer sale to stimulate business | Ramble Rack clearance sale flyer | Caroline and Meg in dresses from the Ramble Rack | Joanne and Ellen in N.Y. before Broadway play | Sleigh used on top of Ramble Rack at Christmas 1987 & '88 | 83

84: Employees Christmas Party, 1984 | Annual Ramble Rack Friends Christmas party | Beverly, Barbara and Kathy Betty and Ellen | Ramble Rack stock room, 1977. Front to back: Hilda Messer, Barbara Allison, Betty Lunsford, Libby Williams Evelyn Jenkins, Rachel Hughes Grace Logan, Ellen Brown and Beverly Stevens | 84

85: We left Marion around 1:00 p.m. on Friday, September 24, 1982, and drove to Stony Point to see Helen & Lyn for a few minutes before driving on to Roanoke to check into the Hotel Roanoke to celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary. After the children left home, we often took a little trip in September. We arrived at the hotel around 5:30 and checked in. I was excited for Wilmer, who wanted to go there to see the tile, because his dad had done the tile work. I do not remember exactly how it looked, but it was a very good job, and was still beautiful after many years. We made reservations in the Regency Room for 7:00. Wilmer had Crab Imperial, and said it was delicious. I had broiled Salmon Marnier, and it was very good! The large dining room was elegant, and we listened to music played on a grand piano. We saw several tables with fathers and daughters. We thought maybe they were college students and the father had come on Friday night to take them to dinner. After dinner we went to the Ad Lib Room and enjoyed a very good combo. Our nice little room was $54 for the night. The next morning we drove to the Natural Bridge for breakfast. It turned out to be a bad decision. We were the only customers, and it took almost an hour to be served a not-so-good breakfast. As all through life, “you win a few and lose a few”! We drove on to Staunton, where Wilmer attended Staunton Military Academy. It had been torn down,, and Mary Baldwin College was there. We drove most of the day, after stopping at an antiques mall. Ate supper in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and drove on to Raritan, New Jersey to sleep. On Sunday morning we had a nice drive from New Jersey around Manhattan. We ate a picnic lunch at Yale in New Haven, Connecticut. We finally arrived at Robert and Jerry’s beautiful home in Centerbrook. Everything was green and lush. Before dinner, we ate Brie cheese goose pate, and oriental pecans. We enjoyed a fabulous lobster dinner with Dom Pérignon champagne! We dined from 9 until 11 p.m., and then took a walk. Our attic room was so charming. Port wine, a pear, grapes, napkins, and a fruit knife were on a table. Beds were so good, and we slept well. The Cape Cod house was 2 acres of beautiful flowers, 60-year-old birch trees, and a lot of green grass. | One of Our Trips | 85

86: We slept in, getting up at 9:40 the next morning. We showered, dressed, and saw pictures from their African trip. Then we had the most elegant breakfast we had ever eaten: Smoked haddock, called “fininhatti,” with cantaloupe with a wine and lemon sauce, and grapes and mint were served with freshly brewed African coffee. We left a little past 1:00, and drove to Newport, Rhode Island for the night. We had a bad motel, but very good food at Johnny’s Seafood House. I had broiled scrod, and Wilmer had clams, sole, scallops and shrimp. On Tuesday morning we toured Hammersmith Farms, The Breakers, and Chateau Sur-Mar, enjoying them all before having lunch by the sea. We headed for Cape Cod, and arrived in Falmouth, Massachusetts and settled into a comfortable room at the Green Harbor Motel by 6:00 p.m. We were both coming down with colds. We enjoyed a seafood platter of sole, scallops, shrimp and clams at “The Big Fisherman,” then went to bed early. Wednesday morning we headed for Plymouth. We did not feel like staying to see Boston, but drove on a few miles to the little town of Medford, and found a little Greek restaurant. The marquis outside said, “Lunch Special – 2 small lobsters, baked potato, $5.99.” We ordered one lunch and an extra salad, and had a great little lunch. | Wilmer enjoying picnic lunch in New England, gray sled in tow | Ellen arriving home, with gray sled on car | 86

87: On Thursday we went to Glouster, Maine, where we stayed on the water and had dinner on the wharf, and had our first very fresh codfish. It was wonderful. On Friday we did some antiquing, and decided not to spend the night at Manchester. We drove to Bedford, and had a wonderful night’s sleep in a clean little family motel with windows providing cross-ventilation. It was only $37. Saturday we enjoyed going to yard sales in Bedford, and drove through several small towns and had lunch in Keene, New Hampshire. We enjoyed driving through the green mountains of Vermont and seeing the beautiful scenery. Wilmer found a band saw for $15, and he was trilled. We ended up at the Chalet Waldwinkel. It was a quiet Swiss chalet, not man guests, and we had the living room to ourselves. It was so cold when we got back from dinner, we built a fire in the living room. We had breakfast on Sunday morning with Bob and Becky Logan from Camden, South Carolina, then we went to the New Fame Flea Market, where we found a sleigh that had belonged to the caretaker of a Dr. Faulkner in New Hampshire. We started home around 2:00, and ate supper in Danbury, Connecticut, and drove to Port Jarvis, New York to spend the night. We had a suite for six at “The Painted Apron Motel” for $33. On Monday, October 4, we drove to Lebanon and Hershey, Pennsylvania for lunch, and started driving to Harrisonburg, Virginia, where we stayed the last night. The last morning of our trip was a scream! We ate downtown Harrisonburg at a clean, Greek restaurant. The man running it must have taken 20 orders, plus took care of his real estate business. His waitress did not show up and he decided that he could handle it! I don’t remember when we arrived back home. These notes were all in my journal, and I never finished. I do know that it was the best U.S. vacation we ever had by ourselves. | 87

88: On July 23, 1984, Wilmer and I were excited about our first and only two-week trip! We drove to Atlanta to depart for Munich, Germany. Our plane left at 6:05 p.m. (by way of Frankfort). The flight seemed long, since we did not sleep. Dewey Hobbs, our leader, motioned for us to come to the bulkhead to watch the sun rise. It was an awesome sight. We arrived at 1:35 a.m., and went to our hotels to “rest up” for dinner. The next day we spent a full day in Munich, and enjoyed the surrounding sights. On Thursday, the 26th, we left Munich for a day of “mountain sights” through Austria. We went through the Dolomites to Venice. On Friday we enjoyed the food and sights of Old Venice. We visited the Wake Forest University place on the Grande Canal. On Saturday we had a free day of shopping and eating. That night we were walking through St. Mark’s Square, and a string combo was playing beautiful music,, and Will and I started dancing,, and before we knew it there were many couples who joined us (along with the pigeons)! What a sweet memory! On Sunday, July 29th, we left Venice for Lugano, Switzerland. We loved the lake region of southeast Switzerland, with palm trees and the snow-capped Alps! We stayed in the Europa Grande Hotel. The shower was all glass, and we could look down on the beautiful lake and mountains as we showered. By the time we reached Lugano, we were weary travelers form all the excitement, and enjoyed the peaceful, restful time there. Ginny Hobbs, Vivian Walker and I spent time buying gifts there. On Tuesday, the 31st (Wilmer’s 52nd birthday) our bus took us through the heart of the Swiss Alps for a wonderful evening in the village of Bruen, east of Lucerne. The next day we went to Austria, where we enjoyed more Alpine. Innsbruck had a population of 100,000, and was 800 years old! The next morning we made our way through Neuschwanstein, Ludwig’s castle. It was a hot day, and I remember the body odors of the European people in line with our group. We were in the heartland of Bavaria, and spent the night in Oberammergau. On Friday morning we saw the first half of “The Passion Play.” We had a two-hour intermission for lunch. The restroom facilities were amazingly clean and beautiful, and the long lines flowed | The "Heart of Europe" Travelers | 88

89: quickly. They were indeed adequate to handle the crowds. That Friday was a wonderful day! We bought Christmas ornaments, and Meg’s little wool sweater with socks to match. Meg was our little five-month-old granddaughter. This was the perfect ending to our two-week trip when we became closer friends to Dewey and Virginia Hobbs, and Red and Vivian Walker. We spent our last night at The Crest Hotel,, where we re-packed for our trip home. On Monday, August 6, 1984, we left Frankfort on our non-stop flight to Atlanta. Ruth and Bill Coward rode back to Marion. It was my job to keep the driver awake after many hours with no sleep. What a trip ~ what wonderful memories! | Ellen with Vivian and Red Walker 1984 Trip to Europe | Dewey Hobbs "Heart of Europe" travelers, helping group board bus | 89

90: The following is taken straight from my 1995 Journal the week before Wilmer’s death: Sunday, March 26,1995 Charles and Jennifer got away to celebrate their anniversary and Jennifer’s birthday. They left Benjamin with us for the first time! It was his first time away from them. They went to the Merry Hart Cabin on Lake James. I cooked fresh carrots for Benjamin and he ate 3 servings of green beans, banana and peanut butter, jar of turkey, jar of peaches, and a serving of Jello!!. He took a good afternoon nap. Before his nap I took him for a short stroll. After his nap Kathy and the girls came and took him for another stroll. He ate another big meal and played hard with the girls. He got tired and started yelling when he saw me with his bottle, so I took him upstairs about 8:15. I rocked and talked with him, and he was out like a light when Jennifer called somewhere around 8:30 to make sure everything was ok. Kathy and the girls left at 9. Will and I watched a movie, “The Other Woman.” I could not go to sleep early, and Benjamin woke up at 1:30 He kept fussing, so I gave him another bottle at 1:50. I sat there in the little den upstairs, thinking of Jennifer’s birth exactly 33 years ago. I had a “warm fuzzy feeling.” Benjamin slept until 5:30, and I gave him another bottle but he did not want to go back to sleep, so I took him to our bed and we played with him before going downstairs at 7:00 for breakfast. I made a loaf of bread and told Benjamin what each ingredient was. He was very attentive. I got down my “sugar baby” jar and asked him if he did not think it was time I put his picture on the jar. He pointed to the pictures of Meg and Caroline and said, “Baby.” (I did not journal on the 26th and 27th.) March 29, 1995 Eloise picked me up at 10:30 this morning. We drove to Black Mt. to Tyson’s to look at furniture. I saw two pretty leather chairs that I liked. We went to the Olympic Flame for lunch. We sat in the shade by a pretty creek. The sunshine was warm and the temp. just right with our sweaters on. I saw a pretty yellow butterfly and we watch a catfish swim in the clear brook. With the shadows of the sunshine, he blended in with the rock and sand, and was very difficult to follow. For lunch we divided a wonderful pizza, drank coffee and talked. After lunch we went to a couple of antique shops and a neat craft shop. I bought a sprawling chicken, just out of the shell, and she bought a handle-less measuring cup. Wonderful day!! | Journal Pages from the Last Week of Wilmer's Life | 90

91: March 31,1995 Will started coughing today. I ran errands, and after I finished ran by Jung’s Express and bought our supper. We had won-ton soup and moo goo gai pan. Just what we ate in Asheville when we were dating. He always took me to the “Oriental “ restaurant. Tonight Jack and Eloise came by to see us. We enjoyed laughing and eating Breyer’s ice cream with some of my homemade choc. syrup before they left. April 1, 1995 Will stayed outside until nearly 7:00 helping and teaching Keith Morgan with the chipping the limbs that Will had cut from the woods behind our house last week. Doris had a stomach bug so she and Olis did not come over to watch the Carolina-Arkansas game tonight. Carolina lost!!! Will coughed all night and he feels terrible. April 2, 1995 I went to Sunday School and Church. Dad and Nana got here around 12:15 and the 3 of us ate lunch. Will never got up all day. I checked on and took him fluids and cold medicine all day. Tonight I went with Dad and Nana to eat one of Geneva Blanton’s good meals. Mon. April 3, 1995 Kathy called this morning and said that Meg had an earache. I told her to bring her over after she saw Dr. Ali. Will got up, showered and ate breakfast with Dad, Nana and me. He feels better. Dad took Mary Frances Seaman, Will, Meg, Nana and me to Jong’s for lunch. Dad and Nana left to go back home as soon as we got back to our house. Meg and I took a long nap. We got up and watched a golf match with Will. I planted my little pansies and went to Marion Elementary to pick up Caroline and to get Meg’s books. I took Caroline to her first softball practice. She enjoyed it. Linda C. has been sick for several days with shingles. She is in bed tonight with another migraine headache. I took she and Tyler some Jello and whipped cream. Will and I are watching the National championship game tonight. UCLA vs. Ark. | 91

92: Tues. April 4, 1995 Will and I ate breakfast together. He had errands to run and left around 9:30 to get them done before his coffee club and McDonald’s (BORED meeting). I made a fresh pot of vegetable soup and did the laundry. For some reason, maybe because we had both had colds and been sick, I decided to cook a big lunch. I cooked some Crowder peas and made a Waldorf salad. We both enjoyed our lunch and he left at 1:00. He had an appointment at the church. He met with a man who sold the church the elevator that Charles England was installing. As he started out of the kitchen he stopped, turned around, grinned and said, “Be sure to call Social Security today ~ we are going to travel on your check!” This morning while I was working on the deck I got a bee sting. It was a very painful sting so I took some Benedryl. (Little did I know the pain to follow.) By the time Will left for the meeting I decided to take a nap. The antihistamine had made me so sleepy. When I woke up the beautiful spring day made me want to get out so I took a drive out to Walmart to see what kind of flowers had come in. I got carried away and stayed longer that I meant to stay. It was about 5 when I got home and I found Will doing what he loved the most. He was plowing a little tiny plot of land for one of our neighbors. He had watched her out there digging the ground with a big spoon!. I stood on the deck and watched him ~ he had on his coveralls. A thought came to my mind, “He just thought he could give up working in the ground! He looked so natural doing it but I could not help but wonder if something was bothering him. The elevator project had run into some snags. Plowing was his therapy as cooking was mine. Rarely did I buy salami, but he loved it almost as much as “riding the roads and eating hotdogs.” I decided to make him a salami and cheese sandwich to go with his vegetable soup. I made it and walked outside to talk with him. He saw me coming and cut the tiller off. I asked him if he was about finished and reminded him that I was playing bridge at Joanne Morris’s. I said, “When do you want to eat?” He replied, “I am ready any time.” Then he said, “We could plant a couple of tomato plants at the end of the garden I am plowing for Cynthia Cook.” I said, “Wouldn’t they do better here by the driveway where they will get more sun?” His reply was that one place was as good as another. I said, “If you decide to plow by the driveway, leave me some of the violets.” His reply was, “There’s plenty of them” (the last words I heard him speak). I came in the house while he put away the plow and took off his coveralls. While he was doing that I took a pan of soup to Linda next door. Could not have been gone more than 5 minutes. Before I put our soup on the table, I looked out the bathroom window to see if he had his coveralls off. To my horror, he still had them on and had pulled a chair out of the garage and was sitting in it with his face toward me. I saw his white-gray face and screamed, “OH, MY GOD! He has had a heart attack.” I went running down the stairs to him, and when I called to him and touched him I knew it was too late. I screamed for Tyler to call 911. Since we were only 2 blocks away they were here immediately. I ran inside while they were working on him and called Kathy. I asked Tyler to call Becky Cross to tell her that I would not be picking her up and to call Joanne and tell her what happened. Everything was a blur | 92

93: ~ I looked up and Kathy was there and so was brother Bob. He had driven by as saw the EMS in the driveway. Bob put Kathy in the back seat and me in his front seat and we followed EMS to the hospital. It seemed like hours while we waited. Doris and Olis and Red and Viv came. Bob Davis was preaching a revival and not available. When we got back to the house Joanne was there and wanted to know what she could do for me. I said, “You can clean out the refrigerator.” I felt terrible that I could not make myself call Steve and Jennifer. Viv called Steve and Kathy called Jennifer. Wilmer and I had wanted to be cremated. However, due to the sudden death I could not do it. I was in such a state that I did not even remember to call Leon and Reba and Bob and Betty. | 93

94: Many years ago, Janice Brown Speas, who is Wilmer’s oldest sister, gave to us a beautiful Sampler that she had made. She designed the pattern herself, which made it more special. Beside Steve’s name she placed a basketball and a crab. The crab was chosen because the summer we took Nana Brown and Janell with us, along with the Bob and Betty Martin family, Wilmer and I took the children who wanted to go crabbing to the water, and as soon as Wilmer could get my bait back on, I brought in 1 to 3 crabs as fast as he could take them off the line. Steve went back to the cottage and told everyone that his mom was the best fisherman he had ever seen. It was also on that trip that we grown-ups were getting the crab meat out of the shells that night and apparently laughing, talking and making so much noise Steve could not go to sleep. He called me into his room and said, “Mother, I cannot go to sleep, you all are making too much noise.” I replied, “Just close your eyes and try to count sheep and see if that works.” In a few minutes he called me back. I said, “What is wrong?’ He replied, “That is not working, they jump too fast!” Beside Kathy she placed a duck and a doll. I do not remember why the duck, but Kathy loved dolls. For Jennifer, Janice chose a beetle and a red schoolhouse. Jennifer loved books and must have liked bugs!! | These are a Few of My Favorite Things . . . and why | Sampler | 94

95: Mother’s burgundy decorator plate has been a special memory for me. Our living room was painted a dark green and we had wide baseboards and nice crown molding that gave a lot of white to the room. On the mantle sat a cranberry candy dish on one side and the plate on the other. Jeanne got the candy dish and I got the plate. Mother had very few accessories and since dad, Bob and Joanne lived there, we did not take much away. | The pretty china rose plate with a gold border was given me by Mama O. and Helen for my birthday after they had been on a trip to Canada. I was a young teenager. Mama also gave me the little pitcher with flowers for another birthday. | The aluminum bowl that sits on the top shelf in my kitchen brings fond memories as well! Mama O. starting teaching me to make cornbread when I was 5 years old. I had my own little fry pan that we would make me my own cornbread. My cornbread was one of the few things that most of my family still likes for me to make. | Decorator Plate | Rose Plate | Aluminum Bowl | 95

96: Depression honey dish. When I was a little girl and went to Mama O’s every summer, I always remember the honey dish on her sideboard. In a bookcase she had a goblet that she called “a buttermilk glass” that I always got from the shelf and took in to the kitchen for her to wash. I drank out of it the entire visit. | In the last months of Mother Brown’s life she wanted her 3 children to let her know what they would like to have that belonged to her. Wilmer made it very clear that he did not want anything except the crystal candy dish he remembered as a child. The lid had been broken, but one day on one of our trips we found a lid only! He was so happy and so was I. Recently I read his baby book and Mother Brown had said that he never had enough candy! | Decoupage purse--- One Christmas Eve in the late 1970’s or early 80’s I woke up to a very strong odor that I could not imagine where it was coming from. I dressed and went to work, came home that evening, and the smell was still strong in the house and Wilmer would just grin when I asked him what it was. The next morning when we all opened our gifts, I opened a box that had a pretty decoupage purse in it!!! I had heard Mother Brown say that it took 6 weeks to make a decoupage item because it had to dry and be sanded so many times. At any rate, mine has held up and I still smile when I think of how quickly Wilmer got that chore done!! | Mama O’s Honey Dish | Crystal Candy Dish | Christmas Gift Made by Wilmer | 96

97: The first special bracelet Wilmer gave me was on our wedding day. My wedding gift from him was a wide metal bracelet from Green’s Jewelry Store in Marion. I wore it very often for at least 30 years before it started looking worn. In the 1980’s we took a trip with Red and Vivian Walker to New England. On our way home we stopped at a large Antiques Mall somewhere in Pa. and I found a wide gold bracelet that I liked. Wilmer did not see it. When we all met back at the car I made the statement, “When I retire, I am going to buy me a wide gold bracelet.” | Later on that fall, Red and Wilmer were at the Outer Banks fishing and two women were fishing alongside them. They struck up a conversation and learned that they were from Pa. Red told them that we had been there in September. Wilmer mentioned that his wife had seen a bracelet at the Antiques Mall that they were all discussing. One lady said that she knew the dealer who sold jewelry in that particular Mall and gave Wilmer her name and phone number. Wilmer contacted her and he gave her our Visa number and she shipped him the bracelet!! On Christmas morning I opened the gift with much astonishment, and learned the story of how he came to get it for me. Needless to say, it was a great gift and he was almost as pleased as I was! In 1994 Wilmer knew that I loved bangles and had Kathy get one for me. He put it on our tree and I did not find it until Christmas morning. I loved our “Charlie Brown” tree, as he called it. It was his last Christmas and he was not happy with the tree that he picked and brought home. Any tree is a good tree at Christmas. | The large crystal pitcher came from aunt Helen Osborne Patterson’s home after she died. I have not used it as much as the small water pitchers. The first small water pitcher, I bought from Joanne Harvey when she had a yard sale to get rid of some things the girls did not want. The other small water pitcher I use all the time. It was what I chose from Janell Brown’s things after she died. | The small doll was given to me by sister Jeanne in 1977. She has a china head, and wooden arms and legs. The red Christmas card is under her dress. I have treasured this doll. | Bracelets Given to Me by Wilmer | Crystal Pitcher and Water Pitcher | Doll in White Satin Dress | 97

98: Original Art from London | Blue Ridge Pottery Teapot | Cross-Stitched Set of 8 Napkins | Silver Plate Child’s Plate and Fork | In 2002 Steve, Pam and I took a trip to London. It was a very nice trip, even if I did get a stomach bug. One morning we were strolling by one of the parks and artists were showing their paintings. I chose a very small one, and the Artist happened to be Elizabeth Ann Brown and had signed it “EAB”. She and I had a nice conversation and she said I could tell people that I painted it. (Of course I did not!) Steve and Pam gave it to me for Christmas and I have enjoyed it so much!! | This teapot belonged to Mama Osborne and was given to me by Helen O. Patterson after Mama died | These have been very special to me, and were made and given to me by Joanne Morris during Ramble Rack days as a Christmas gift. I use them very often ~ in fact, I have used them twice in the past several weeks. | I have used these a few times with the granddaughters. The spoon must have been lost sometime during my childhood. I have no record as to who gave them to me. It was not at birth because it is not recorded in my baby book. At any rate, they are from 1933. | 98

99: Portrait of Steve, Kathy and Jennifer | Art Glass Vase | Small China Pitcher | The art glass vase was purchased by Wilmer and me in the 1980’s. I liked some of the old glass so much and was afraid to spend the money for a piece since it was fragile. We paid somewhere between $75 and $100 for this piece of new art glass by Joe More? He made it in 1982. The ground bottom may soon be worn down so that it is not legible. | This was made for mine and Wilmer’s Christmas present in 1974. Kathy got Scott Trees to make the picture, and she had Steve and Jennifer to wear the corduroys with sweaters. | Mama O. And Helen went on a trip to Canada and brought me this little pitcher for my birthday one year as a teenager. | our bedroom on West Court St. Just before we sold the house. | Rabbit wallpaper in my current guest bathroom | Rabbit-theme Wallpapers | 99

100: The little metal rabbit sitting on a leaf rowing was given to me by Eloise Randolph. Several years ago when situations would come up that were hard for us to deal with, I would say to her, “Eloise, just get in your boat and row, row, row!” She happened to be in a shop in Wilmington and saw it and said “Oh, my! That has Ellie’s name on it!!” I have treasured it. | From the time that little Will could talk, he has always loved birds. Especially yellow ones. I kept this little bird out and he liked to see it, and when he learned to talk he called it “A little lellow bird.” He and I loved to watch the yellow finches in the spring. | I always kept the hand carved sandpiper on top of my entertainment center in my bedroom when he was little, so that he would not break the tiny legs. One morning after he had spent the night with me and slept in the guest room (instead of with me), he came in and got in bed with me the next morning. He was looking up at the sandpiper as he usually did, and he said to me, “Mama Brown, when are you going to let me hold the sandpiper?” I said, “Guess what? Today is the day!!! You slept in your bed and have been such a good, big boy I will get it for you now.” His eyes got so big and a big smile came on his face as I got up to get it. He looked at it for a minute after I handed it to him and then said to me, “Mama Brown, will you drop this by my house on your way to Heaven?” Of course I said, “Sure I will, if I have time!” What a memory!! | The praying hands were given to me by another heart friend, Anna Weant, in the 1970’s. She and I always had a thing about hands and I have always treasured this gift. | Christmas 1984 Kathy gave her Dad and me a handmade basket when she had taken a class to learn to make baskets. It was special to us since she did it herself and baskets are not easy to make. Another treasure! | "Rowing Rabbit" | Little “Lellow Bird” and Hand-Carved Sandpiper | Praying Hands | Handmade Basket | 100

101: In 1978 Wilmer took an oil painting class at McDowell Tech. I do not remember which came first, but he gave me the Still Life and the Rabbit, and I have loved both of them. Little did I know when he took a class that one day I would give it a try!! What a treasure they are to me. | Wilmer’s Oil Painting “Still Life” | Wilmer’s Oil Painting “Winter Rabbit” | Crystal Decanter | Mama O's Buttermilk Goblet | The decanter that I use for cold water was a wedding gift from Earl Wiseman from Ashford. When Wilmer and I got home from our honeymoon Mother Brown had put this bottle of homemade peach brandy that he had made for us in our bedroom. I kept it in the basement and on the top shelf of the kitchen for years, and one day about a year ago I happened to think what fun it would be to look at it every time I opened the fridge! | This goblet very well may be a water goblet; however, from early childhood I called it my “buttermilk glass”. Every time I went to Mama’s to spend a week or so, I went straight to the bookcase where she kept it and took it to the kitchen for her to wash. It may have been her mother’s. I do not remember asking her. I wish I could remember to let Will drink from it since, like me, he loves buttermilk! | In the 1980’s dad bought me, Bob and Jeanne each a very nice wall clock. It was the nicest gift he had ever given any of us. I have treasured mine. | Wall Clock from Dad | 101

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103: A Dream and a Vision | Today is May 4, 2010. I am in Myrtle Beach at Springmaid Beach, taking part in the senior adult week. Today we started our Bible study with Gail Coulter, a retired minister from Hendersonville. It made a dream that I had in 1956 come true! In the summer of 1956, Wilmer and I were living in the Evelyn Apartments in Marion. We were playing cards with friends when we heard a knock on the door. At that time we had no telephone. When Wilmer answered the door, it was Lox Logan. He told Wilmer that he had a phone call. While he was gone to take the call, I told the friends that I had recently dreamed that we moved to Richmond, Virginia. In a few minutes Wilmer returned, and as he came through the door he said to me, “Honey, that was Uncle Mac. He offered me a job selling tile.” Uncle Mac was a tile contractor like Wilmer’s father had been, so the job was not unfamiliar to him. We later talked it over and decided that since the salary was more than he was making in the chemistry lab at American Thread Company, and because I had dreamed the dream, maybe we should accept the offer. Around the first of September the moving van had left with our furniture. My Dad came to see me off. It was only the second time in my life that I saw my Dad break down and sob. The first was when my Mother died four years earlier. Uncle Mac had rented an apartment for us (sight unseen) and when we arrived we found it in terrible condition. The former renters had moved out and left clutter and dirt. It was not the kind of neighborhood we were both used to living in, and most of the people were rough talking. We did, however, find one wonderful couple a few doors down from us. On one side of us was a registered nurse with two beautiful little girls named Mike and Candy. They were five and six years old, and loved to play with our little four-month-old, Steve. Wilmer’s father had committed suicide with a self-inflicted bullet, in April before Steve was born in May that year. Wilmer was suffering a terrible grief, and we finally found a church that we felt was the right one for us. We fit right in and went to work. We both worked with the junior department on Sunday nights (BTU). The pastor, Rev. Knox, turned out to be a special mentor in Will’s life. The lady next door’s name was Lillian Dentler. She was night supervisor in the emergency room at the Medical College of Virginia. We soon discovered that she was leaving the little | 103

104: girls alone from approximately 10:30 at night until 7:30 in the morning, when she came home and got them up and took them to school. We were disturbed over the situation and said something to her about it. She asked us if we would listen out for them until she could make different arrangements. I am sure she was concerned that we would report her to Social Service. One day she came to us with a proposition. She had found a lovely old brick two-story house with a large magnolia tree in front that was $100 a month. We were paying $67.50 each. She offered to pay $50 a month and give us the entire downstairs and one bedroom upstairs for Steve. Right away we realized that we would now know when the little girls needed us, as well as Steve. Since we did not go out at night and certainly not after Lillian would leave for work, we knew it was a good plan. We could have a better place to live at a cheaper price. We were very happy there, and I soon became pregnant with Kathy. One morning I woke up with what we thought might be a “boil” on my left thumb. The next morning there were three. I showed my hand to Lillian, and she said to me, “I need to find you a good dermatologist. The doctors she worked with recommended the oldest one in Richmond, who was around 80 years old. I do not remember his name, but I do remember Lillian taking me to him. After he looked at my hand and arm that had several “smallpox”-looking sores, he took Lillian into his conference room. He did not close the door, and I heard him say to her, “She will be gone in 48 hours if this antibiotic does not work.” He made a diagnosis of “cowpox,” that is so rare that he had only heard of three cases in his 50 years of practice. When we got back home and realized I would have to bind both hands and arms to my elbow, I could not take care of my baby. Our good friend, May Conte, and her husband Harry, were more than glad to take him. They had not been able to have children, and they were like godparents to Steve. Since we had moved into the big house on Highway One, we were about eight miles from them. That part of my life was such a nightmare, I do not remember if I got to see Steve in the weeks ahead. The last time I counted the boils, I got to 200 and stopped! There was so much infection that when Wilmer dressed the arms each day, there was so much yellow pus that it was frightening. The doctor had given us a prescription of boric acid and the amount of Lysol. He had to leave me after he fed me breakfast each morning, and I sat in m gown and watched TV all day. I could not hold a book to read. Going to the bathroom was a nightmare, so I drank very little. After 3:00, Lillian’s sister would come and give me some lunch. Wilmer got home after 5:00. The days and nights were so hard for him, one night he said to me, “Honey, I can end this for us if you think this is not going to work.” I replied, “No, no. I can fight this. I will live and we have no one to raise our baby.” | 104

105: Thank goodness God wiped out most of the horrible memories from those weeks. Many hours during the day I longed to see my baby. I even wondered how Job must have felt as he sat by the gate suffering. During our Bible study this morning, it occurred to me that maybe God sent me a message in a dream so that we would be in the right place when the time came to find a doctor who would help Him save my life. I am so glad that we made all the right decisions to move, to find a friend to help me find a doctor, and friends who we trusted to care for Steve. We moved back to Marion the first part of July. Wilmer went to work for Dad in the Confectionery business. We rented a small little four-room house on Sinclair Ave., and Kathy was born on December 25 that year! | 105

106: My Greatest Lesson in Faith | The week was extremely busy. I was trying to finish all the urgent errands that needed to be done before undergoing my first thyroid cancer surgery. The year was 1968, and the month was October. I had been so busy with my family and things that needed to be done at work, that I had not taken time to find my four-year-old, Jennifer, a pair of winter shoes. I had hoped to talk her into saddle oxfords. He had such narrow feet, I knew we would have to go to Asheville to find her size. I picked Jennifer up from Day Care, and we went to Belk-Broome first. She insisted on finding a pair of penny loafers, and of course Belk’s did not have her size. We walked down the street to our family-owned store, and encountered the same problem. I was ready to give up, and Jennifer said, “But Mother, we did not go to the little store down the street from Young’s shoe store.” It was owned by the same man. He used it to put shoes that had not sold, and I am not sure where the other ones came from. We went inside, and the lady who was running the store was standing by the door where the check-out was. She greeted us and asked if she could help. I immediately said, “Yes, we are looking for a child’s size 11-B in a loafer. Her reply was, “Over there on the left wall, you will find those sizes.” We walked toward the wall and there were many pair of size 11, and where it said “Size 11-B” there were only three or four pair of shoes, one of which was brown loafers! I picked up one of them, and on the inside it said 11-B. I could Hardly believe my eyes! I put them on Jennifer’s feet, and she was a happy child! We paid for the shoes, and headed for the car. She was holding my hand and looked up at me and said, “Mother, why did you think we would not find some loafers? I prayed for some.” I do not remember any more of the day, but I do know that “to have the faith as a child” certainly became real to me then, and even more so as I grew older. | 106

107: Back to Pink Morris Farm | Today was a lovely day on the former Pink Morris farm, now owned by Pat and Larry Brown and their children, Kent and Julie Brown. The farm is in Sugar Hill. Pat picked me up at 10:35, after picking up Judy Jarrett. After we arrived, Pat, Judy and I sat on the porch until Alma Poteat arrived. Pat and Judy walked down to the pond to see the boathouse Kent had designed. With our allergies to weeds, Alma and I decided to sit on the porch. We enjoyed the pretty red geraniums and chatted until they returned. Pat gave all of us a tour of the house. It was so fascinating to me to see the small tools that lined the wall going up the stairs. The tools were all found on the farm. The mantle was brought from the original house that cousin Pink had built. The 1940’s dishes and glasses used for our lunch, as well as the table and chairs, were brought in from the old boathouse. They had belonged to Pat’s uncle Ray Morris. The stepping stone at the back door as well as several other large ones used in the landscaping were all cornerstones from the original house. The original house is where Becky, Pat, Bob and I played many times in the summer time when we were children. The summer that McDowell County was quarantined due to a polio outbreak, we were together more than usual. Since we had been together before the outbreak our parents decided that we might as well stay together. Each time we opened the door to enter the house, I enjoyed the wonderful smell of cedar. The entire house is made of it. When Pat was ready to put lunch out she discovered that she had not put the bread in with the groceries so she went down to the country store that was nearby and bought a nice fresh loaf. We made sandwiches from pastrami, turkey, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. She had also made some delicious tea. For dessert we had cheesecake. Alma had to leave to go to work around 2:00. The rest of us did the dishes and packed up the food to take back home. We sat down and talked for another hour. When we left for home Pat drove up the road to show us where they had cleared pasture land. They now have it rented. They own 751 acres of beautiful farm and mountain land. It was a truly wonderful day and one I will tuck away in my memory so that I can recall the good times again! | 107

108: Mary Martha Beam | In the early 1970’s Mary Martha Beam came to work for me on a “trial basis”. She and I had so many happy times together. I picked her up on Thursday morning and I only worked every other Thursday, so the days that I was there with her we sometimes had a sausage biscuit and a cup of coffee together and then she would say, “I had better get started or I will be here until dark”. I did all of my own cooking. Mary Martha dusted, vacuumed the big house, changed all the beds when the children were home, and cleaned two bathrooms. You could always tell she had been there because she dusted the picture frames every week and they were always crooked. The entire family loved Mary Martha, and I was sad when Wilmer died and she was away visiting one of her children and could not come to his funeral. When she had to retire due to old age, asthma and arthritis, she said, “Well, Miss Brown and I agreed on a trial basis and I stayed almost 26 years”. She was a blessing in my life and made working at the Ramble Rack and taking care of a 10-room house much easier! She is still living and I am past due paying her a visit. I talked with her recently. | Meg and Mary Martha Beam, 1996 | 108

109: It’s a beautiful sunny day, but with high winds. I went to McDowell Memorial Park early so I could talk with Hazel Gardin’s cousin, Margaret. She promised to send me pictures of Emma, Gladys, and Lurline Copening. Emma was the mother of Hazel Maxine Gardin. Hazel died this week at Tore’s Home in Brevard after an extended illness. Hazel was older than Bob and me, but since she was older, we went with her to cowboy movies on Saturdays and then sometimes came back to her home and played cowboys and Indians in the rambling meadows behind her house. Her mother, Emma, taught me to eat homemade cottage cheese. I remember a huge slice of yellow tomato on my plate covered with cottage cheese. Hazel was a very smart, good-natured child who was not a spoiled brat having been raised by three women. When Hazel graduated from high school, she went to Bowman Gray for her medical training to be a lab technician. She retired from the Asheville Veteran’s Hospital as a senior medical technologist with more than 45 years of loyal service. She loved classical music, and was an avid sports fan. When I arrived at the cemetery the wind was very strong, and it had bent and blown down the tent over her grave. When the workers from Westmoreland came to take the tent up from the ground, they put a green faux grass carpet over the grave and put out chairs. The chairs all blew over and the grass blew away. While we had the graveside service, they actually stood on the edge of the grave grass to hold it down. They managed to secure two floral arrangements. Dottie Ellis Isley and her husband Don came, and we sat and chatted after the service. Dottie’s mother, Chloe, my mother, Emma, Gladys and Lurline were all very close friends. Dottie told the story that Hazel was working on a project in the lab when they had to use many egg yolks. She came home every Friday with a large jar full of egg whites. Emma and Chloe would make white cakes and angel food cake. Dottie said it was a long time before they saw a yellow cake! Emma, Gladys and Lurline had another sister, Florence, who lived in Statesville. She had one son, Henry, who was close to Jeanne’s age. They played together as children. Their lives came to a sad ending. Henry died as a teenager with cancer, and Florence was murdered! I do not remember if it was ever solved. I have lost four schoolmates and friends in two months! Jim Greene, Hilda Goodman, Betty Morgan Young, and Hazel. Today brought back many happy childhood memories, and now I say goodbye to Hazel until we meet again. | Hazel Gardin Story | 109

110: At family night supper tonight, Jan Morgan reminded me how Bill Howle told everyone about the first trip to New York he and Joanne went with Will and I for a week. Bill died a year ago, and people are still talking about it! I decided that the time has come for me to no longer laugh about some of the fun I had with “the love of my life”! I believe the year was 1970. We were close friends with Bill & Joanne Howle. They had three children, as we did; 2 girls and a boy. We had worked hard for several years and decided to go somewhere besides the usual Myrtle Beach, and go without the children! Mrs. Howle came and stayed with the Howle children, and Mother Brown came to stay with ours. Wilmer spent many nights studying the city map of New York, and took us everywhere we wanted to go. We had bought the Frommer’s book on how to see New York on $5 to $10 a day. For example, we saw the Empire State Building just before sunset and stayed long enough to see all the lights come on! We got tickets to a Broadway play, “Promises, Promises.” We were all nicely dressed; the men in their sports coats, white shirts and ties, and we in our best Sunday attire. We sat behind a couple that acted and looked like “Royalty.” Wilmer and I were sitting directly behind them, and Bill and Joanne two seats down from me. Where the following statement that came out of Wilmer’s mouth came from, we never knew, but he leaned over me during the intermission and said, “Hey, Willie! I sure am glad we sold those hogs so we could come up here!” The lady put her hand over her mouth and the couple, even though probably shocked, did not laugh at him. Bill Howle’s face turned red, and I do not remember what Joanne and I said, or did. | Remembering the Trip of Our Lives | 110 | When we were leaving the theater, Wilmer said to us, “Look! That couple in front of us is headed for that limo.” Wilmer heard their chauffeur call out their names. On our way back to our hotel we laughed and said they probably told some of their family or friends that they had been seated in front of some of the “Beverly Hillbillies”!

111: While on our trip to Europe in 1984, Red and Vivian Walker expressed a desire to learn to dance so they could go dancing with Wilmer and me. They talked us into going to Asheville to the Fred Astair studio for ballroom dance lessons. Will and I did not enjoy it that much because it is hard to teach “an old horse new tricks”. Because we had been students there when the “Dancing Film Productions, Inc.” came to Asheville and asked the studio to contact us to go for casting extras. We were chosen, along with Doris and Otis Buff and Jack and Jane Walker, as well as Red and Vivian Walker. We signed the contract, thinking that we would be working 12-to-14-hour days. It turned out to be from 4:00 in the morning, when we woke up, showered, and put on our 1963 costumes. I wore a pink organza tea-length cocktail dress, and Wilmer wore a black tux. We drove to Lake Lure, NC, where we sat in a huge tent, drank coffee, talked, read until lunch. After lunch we looked for things to do and most of the time the extras were not called to work until night. Toward the end, when everyone was weary from no sleep, we were scheduled to shoot the final scene. Wilmer and I had been picked to be in the fade-out with Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey. It was almost 2:00 a.m. and we had been up since 4:00 the day before. After we started the mambo, all of a sudden my feet started dragging. I could feel my body slowing down. The director yelled from the boom he was sitting on, “CUT!! Get that couple off the floor!!” I was so disgusted to think we had sat for days and looked forward to finishing the movie. When we got home that morning Wilmer and I decided not to go back. We had had a very different experience, made $30 (ha-ha!) a day each and did not regret doing it, even though it did not turn out as we had hoped. | Dirty Dancing | 111

112: Sometime during the children’s young lives, we started going to Myrtle Beach in May, around Mother’s Day. We had so many interesting times from playing putt-putt golf to going to the baseball pitching net. One year I bought groceries like I always did, and they had some pretty fresh asparagus. We always ate a seafood supper. One night would be scallops, baked potato and salad. The next might be shrimp, potato and salad, and when Wilmer caught fish, we had fresh fish. The fresh asparagus was a hit, and Mike asked if we could have it again. That year we ate it every night! | Family Beach Trips | Another year when Caroline was 18 months old she begged to ride the children’s ferris wheel. Meg did not want to ride, so she got on by herself and rode. Steve got her picture and she seemed to enjoy the adventure! The same year she followed the man with a monkey around as well. The last trip in May that I recall was the year before Nana Brown died. That would have been 1992. We had a unit right on the ocean and Meg and Caroline could play outside. We watched a Braves baseball game and it went on and on. Lasted 15 innings. We finally went to bed, but Wilmer and Pam had started a | puzzle while waiting for the game to end. I woke up the next morning, and Wilmer was coming to bed. He and Pam had stayed up all night to finish the puzzle! We celebrated Mother’s Day and Steve’s birthday that year. We had many happy times. On Thanksgiving of 1994 we decided as a family to rent a house at Sunset Beach. It was a very special Thanksgiving. We all wrote on paper turkey feathers what we were thankful for. I cooked a turkey; we made dressing and all the fixings that the children wanted. Our entire family was together. Mike, Kathy, Meg and Caroline, Steve and Pam, Jennifer, Charles and Benjamin and Wilmer and I. Each of us had a bedroom. The house belonged to a dentist. We ate out at night and had turkey sandwiches for lunch. It was a happy Thanksgiving. | Caroline Flowers on children’s ferris wheel at 18 months!!! | 112

113: Wilmer at the Outer Banks with Red Walker, fishing. | May family beach trip, 1970’s (Circa 1975-76) | Beach trip, l963 | Mama Brown, 1987 Beach trip "Frisbee queen"!! | Family beach trip | One of our May family trip's to Myrtle Beach | 113

114: 1973 Family Trip to Orlando | We had a 21-ft. Prowler camper that our family enjoyed during the summers at the Marion Lake Club before they sold the land for members to build houses. After school was out in June of 1973, we had a nice trip to Orlando. Since Wilmer and I did not have many opportunities to expose the children to culture, I decided that we needed to “dress up” and go to a special restaurant. One evening when we were talking about our trip, I told the children that we girls would be taking evening dresses and Steve and their Dad would take sport coats and ties so that we could go to the Kapok Tree for dinner one night. They said, “Take evening dresses camping???” I said, “It will be no problem for us.” On the day we went to the Kapok Tree in the evening, we took a day trip to Sea World and were hot and sweaty. We found a service station where we used the restrooms to freshen up with the soap, washcloths and towels I had brought. We had a great evening and I suppose you could say, “Life gave us lemons and we made lemonade!” If memory serves me right, I believe we enjoyed Epcot more than anything else we saw. It was a nice trip. | Postcard from Kapok Tree Restaurant, Clearwater, FL 1973 | Ellen & Jennifer Orlando, FL Beach Trip, 1973 | 114

115: Talking with a President! | On am extremely hot summer day President Bill Clinton came through Marion on a “Whistle Stop” visit at the depot. President Clinton was scheduled to speak around 1:00 that Sunday. Meg, Will, Kathy and I had been to church, and Meg picked me up after we all changed from our church clothes. They had already closed the streets leading to the Depot and Meg was wise enough, after she and Kathy spotted the SUVs with secret service men, patrol cars, etc. going up Main Street, to go down Main Street and back up Morgan Street. We parked at the car wash and stood at the end of Morgan Street. No one else was there. There was a crowd standing in front of the car wash, however. Kathy was holding Will. We watched for 10 or 15 minutes while the secret service, patrolmen, and police searched the area and looked on rooftops. They had brought the president to the back side of the Depot where we were. Apparently the President or his bodyguards decided where he would go when he stepped out of the black SUV that he was riding in. To our amazement, he headed straight toward Kathy, who was holding Will, and spoke to Will first. When I spoke I was so excited I made a mistake and said, “Hello Bill.” He only looked at me as if he was supposed to know me and replied, “Hello!” He told Will that he had red hair when he was a boy. President Clinton moved on and spoke to people in the crowd while the bodyguards were all around him. Kathy moved on into the crowd, and when he left them to cross the railroad tracts to make his way to the Depot for his speech, Will called out to him “Bye, Mr. Clinton” and he turned around, smiled and said “Bye.” He had given Will a “high five” before turning to leave. | Never in my lifetime did I ever think that I would get to touch or speak to a President! Now Will can have pictures to show in a U.S. History class. | Giving the "Pres" a "high-five"! | Will meeting President Clinton | 115

116: New York with My Girls | Jerry’s friends gave him an elaborate party in one friend’s nice apartment, and we met many of his friends. After the party we were hungry and asked one of his friends where he would suggest we go for a light supper. He said, “Let me take you there, I live in the neighborhood.” He hailed a cab and we were there in no time. He then decided to eat with us. We had nice dinners and he insisted on paying the bill! What an experience. The next day we were shopping at a large sports store so that Jennifer could take the boys some things. When we went inside I told the girls that I needed to sit down, so we found a nice employee who took me to the front of the store where there were chairs by the window. She asked if I would like some magazines or the New York Times, and I told her that anything would be just fine. When she asked if she could get me something to drink I said to her, “I have been coming to New York for several years on business trips and I have never been treated so special.” I asked her if it was because I was older and looked frail. She said, “No, I think you will find most New Yorkers are different since 911”. After shopping the girls and I took a carriage ride through Central Park and had such a nice afternoon. | In May of 2005 I had an invitation to Jerry Young’s 70th birthday party, and when I mentioned it to Kathy and Jennifer they thought I should go. I decided that I would go, but only if they would go with me. It was so exciting because I had never had a trip with my grown girls! We flew into New York, and went to the Pennsylvania Hotel to stand in line for a long time to check in. The girls took turns so I could sit, but by the time I checked us in I must have looked dreadfully tired because the nice black lady who checked me in decided to give me an upgrade for the same price she had quoted for a room. We were so thrilled to have a two-bedroom suite with one bath!. I had been dealing with health issues and was very weak. It was wonderful to be able to go to my room, turn on my TV, and rest when they could go shopping, etc. without me. | Ground Zero, NYC, with Jerry Young, Kathy and Jennifer | 116

117: It was a special trip that I hold very dear in my heart. I feel so blessed to have had a special trip with ALL of my children. In 2002 I went to London with Steve and Pam, which was very special to me. I wish I had the time to put on paper so many special times with many other members of my family. Jeanne and I have had some very special times together on summer overnight trips, and the last two years we have gone to Florida for almost a week with Bob and Sherrel. Those were special times as well. | Kathy, Ellen and Jennifer New York City, NY, 2006 | Big Apple | 117

118: A Trip to Washington with Grandsons | On April 9, 2007 I met Jennifer, Benjamin and Luke at a motel in Hickory where I left my car for a few days. Jennifer had invited me to take a trip with she and the boys on spring break. The boys wanted to go to Washington. Around mid-morning we were riding and talking. The boys were quiet in the back seat. Luke had brought a blanket and was under it most of the morning. Around 10:30 Luke came out from under his blanket and says, “Mom, this tag says, ‘Wash in luke warm water.’ What does that mean?” Needless to say, we all had a long, big laugh over the statement. We stopped in Burlington at the Cracker Barrel for a good lunch. When we got to Parkersburg, Virginia, we stopped for gas. I bought the boys and me scratch cards. We had reservations at a motel in Alexandria, VA. We arrived in the 5 o’clock rush hour, and by 6:00 we checked in our three-room suite. I called my new friend, Peggy Wagoner. I met her playing online bridge, and we had chatted for nearly two years and played a few hands of bridge almost every night. Her husband was a retired General in the Army. The first night we were tired of riding and went to a restaurant close by called “Mango Mike’s.” Jennifer had a seafood platter that was quiet different from what we were used to having. It had a bowl of crabmeat, a piece of grouper, and fried plantains. Luke had coconut shrimp, and Benjamin ordered chicken tenders with fried plantains, which he nor any of us cared for. I had a good grilled tilapia. Our three-room suite had a big living area with a balcony. The full kitchen was divided by a bar. We had Internet service, so Ben enjoyed using his computer. Ben slept on the sofa, and Luke slept with Jennifer in our bedroom with two full-size beds. One morning before daylight we heard the fire alarm go off, and while Jennifer and I were getting our coats and pocketbooks, Benjamin was yelling for us to “Come on!” We all walked down the steps to the lobby, where everyone huddled until we found out that the fire department had already put the fire out. I was able to walk down the sears, but the lesson learned there was not to take a room on the third floor if someone was along who could not walk the stairs. | 118

119: All of the above was taken from notes I made on the trip. The rest of the story will have to be from memory, and I am sure the boys could remember more. Jim Ayers, the son of Sherrel Morris, was kind enough to take us on a tour of the Pentagon. We were under heavy security since 9/11/01 had taken place. It was a very impressive tour. Another highlight was our tour of the Capitol. We all had to stop and step back when a senator came through the hall to enter the elevator. We did not give Jim enough time before our trip to take us through the White House. We knew the day of 9/11/01 that the world had changed, but now as I write this story, 01/08/11, do we see and realize just how much. The trip was wonderful, and I was blessed to be with the boys for the first time for several days. I never had the opportunity, and it gave me a feeling of knowing them. | 119

120: Church Trips and Activities With Friends | After much protesting, a few weeks after Wilmer’s death I was talked into going to Myrtle Beach with the seniors. The first week in May was something Terry Childers started when he came to our Church. That first year I roomed with Elizabeth Rowe, who had already been through what I was going through. Robert had died only a few years before. Lib was so patient and kind to me. I was miserable most of the time; however, it helped me to start moving on with my life. After Mary Brownell’s death in the fall of 2003, Margie Smith and I roomed together most every year. I had met her when she roomed with Mary in 2002. Margie and I became close friends and she, Terry and Betty, and I have been on several beach trips in February. We always shopped, played “hand and foot” at night, and always had good food. Not only does Terry take us on an annual beach, trip but several times throughout the year we are taken on day trips, concerts, etc. Recently we went to Anderson, SC to hear a wonderful organ concert by Diane Bish, a world renown organist. We will soon go to hear the Meinheim Steamroller concert. Betty’s sister, Hilda Dean, is a neighbor of mine and she had been so patient with me when we go on walks. She walks several times a day, but is always willing to “stroll” with me. She also plays “hand and foot” with us when Margie spends 6 weeks in Colorado in the summers. | For many years Terry, Betty and I have played cards and taken turns cooking supper on the Sunday nights we play. We started out playing with Nancy Tyler until she married Bob Teeter. Then we played with Mary Brownell until she died. Margie Smith came on board after that, and that has been our foursome. | Becky Hemphill, Ellen, and Pat H. Brown at Becky's mountain cabin, circa 1991 | 120

121: Terry and Betty decorating the Easter Cross. I have helped them for the past 16 years. | First Baptist Church Friends L-R: Red Walker, Doris Buff, Vivian Walker; Pastor, Dr. Robert Davis, and Olis Buff | Terry & Betty Childers, and Margie Smith Hand & Foot” group. Dinner at Ellen's! | Ellen with Olis & Doris Buff Senior Week at Myrtle Beach, NC | Birthday party for Katherine Dean & Ellen. Cake made by Mary Brownell L-R: Betty Price, Mary Brownell, Ellen Brown, Bob Teeter, Nancy Teeter, Hilda Dean, Katherine Dean and Betty Childers | 121

122: My Life Now | Today was a very typical beautiful autumn day. Got up, showered, and ate my steel-cut oatmeal with walnuts, dressed and went to Sunday School. Dr. Canoy, a professor from Gardner Webb University, has been teaching all this month. We are learning some different views on hell. In worship, the small children led our service, and it was extremely good. They sang beautifully, did a skit, and read scripture and prayed. After church Elaine Laney, Jean Abernethy, Hilda Dean and I went to Wendy’s for lunch. I came home after lunch and read the paper and napped. Jumped up when I realized it was 3:30, dressed and drove out to the Greenway and had a nice walk. Made pictures, and then drove to the dam at Lake Tahoma and made a few pictures of the lake. Came home and cooked pork chops, and warmed the fresh greens that Betty Childers had given me this week. This has been another very good week. I had a haircut and went to Art class on Monday. Jerry Young was here by 5, before I could get my paint brushes washed. We chatted for an hour and Jack, his brother, picked us up at 6:00 and we went to Holly’s for a sandwich. They brought me home and Steve, Pam, and Kathy came by to see Jerry. We had pound cake that I had made for their lunch on Saturday. We had a nice evening. On Tuesday Linda got here around 11:30, and we got started on my book project. We broke for lunch and then I put the food up and took a nap while Linda spent an hour scanning pictures that I had selected. She worked with me until 5:30 or later. We had a good day together! | On Wednesday I made two pans of cornbread for our Saints Alive luncheon. Several people brought soup and desserts. David Boyce and I made the cornbread. We had a big crowd and Lewis Wall gave a good program on downtown Marion in the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s. Wednesday night we had a good supper at church and a business meting to discuss how we are going to cut our budget for next year. The meeting went well and this week we are to ask questions. We then went to our Bible study group for the remainder of the time. | The Help theater ticket 08-25-11 | Getting ready for our first Art Show | 122

123: On Thursday night I went to the Rotary auction and sat with Pam. Steve had gone to the Chamber after 5:00 meeting at the winery. It was so cold I did not choose to go. I bought a gift certificate to Woodlawn Tire to have my tires rotated and aligned. I also bought an easel to use here at home. Pam and Steve bid up to almost $150 for one of Bobbie Young’s coconut pies to be delivered one for six months. It brought a lot of laughs and Bobbie was delighted!! On Friday morning I picked up Elaine and we got to the church about 5 minutes past 9 to go to Shatley Springs to eat at the famous Shatley Springs restaurant that brings people in by the busload. There were three buses there when we arrived at 11:30. We had a good country ham lunch and then went to the cheese factory in West Jefferson. I bought several things there besides cheese. One thing was a pint of good-looking molasses that was made in Kentucky. We then went to the little Episcopal Church where Ben Long had done the paintings of John the Baptist, Mary with child, and then Jesus on the cross. I had been there several times and will look forward to going to the “Last Supper” somewhere close by there. On Saturday evening Terry, Betty and I went to Margie’s for a good supper and two games of “Hand and Foot”. Supper was very good and I always enjoy the cards, even though this time Terry and I lost both games. The last one by only 15 points, which is almost unheard of! Tomorrow is Monday again and I am looking forward to getting back to art. I am happier than I have been in a long time. I am living my life to the fullest and hope that I can continue to live until a die! What a blessing Wilmer could do that. | "Hands" - 4 Generations Ellen, Kathy, Meg and Will | "Will" A work in progress | 123

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125: "First Snowfall" Gold Medal for Acrylic, 5/29/09 | "Moonlight on Gilky" Second Place ribbon. McDowell Tech art class Sammie Noblitt, Instructor (1999) | “Robin’s Nest” First MACA art show, Spring 2010 | “Mugsie” Pam's Christmas gift, 2010 | 125

126: A visit to Autumn Care to visit Pop Pop | One of Dad and Nana's Christmas dinners | "Surprise slumber party" Eloise Randolph Joanne Howle Joanne Harvey Showed up in bath robes!! | 126

127: Kathy, Janell Brown, Ellen and Bob with Dad just after Nana's funeral service, July 2000 | Ellen and Heather Wood 1995 | Caroline, Jennifer, Benjamin and Meg at Myrtle Beach | 127

128: Margie and Kathy, 11/2011 Sunday lunch at the Sea Captain | Mannheim Steamroller concert ticket 11-15-11 | 128

129: In a nutshell... | Today a great deal of my time is spent doing what I enjoy ~ Playing cards, dinner with friends, playing on the computer, and last but not least, Art Class. | 129

130: The Game of Life | I woke up early this morning with “football” on my mind, and immediately felt that I could use the analogy to finish my life story. Football is not my game, but it does have four quarters! I came into the game and had to fight hard to stay in. There were always some wonderful minutes and made it worthwhile and gave me the fight that I needed. I begged the “Coach” to take me out – He did, but only long enough to rest. There were some of the best times of my life toward the end of the first quarter! The second quarter was unbelievable! I had a “teammate” who was the love of my life. I had three wonderful blessings in this part of the game, and there are no words in me to explain how blessed I felt to experience these special blessings. There were many hard falls, bumps and bruises along the way, but nothing compared to the blessings! When the third quarter came I was getting used to the game and it went a little more smoothly for a while. It was during this time that four more special blessings came my way. Words cannot express what a high this gift was! I played and played, and was glad that my “teammate” and I could look forward to the rest of the game together. By the time the fourth quarter arrived, many changes had to be made to stay in the game. I had to be taken out of the game for a while and then when I got back in my “teammate” and I had as much fun as we did in the beginning of the game. Then, Bam! With no warning, I lost my teammate and had to go on without him. There were many more bumps and bruises, and then another special “blessing” came along. It was this blessing that gave me the strength to finish the game. It was like God gave me a glimpse of what my first “blessing” would have been like had I known him as an infant! Would I play the game again?? You bet – I would do things a little different, but I would not take anything for happy times of this journey. I am still in the game, and for the last minutes I have experienced, life has been full of blessings – I can still see, hear, talk and walk, and enjoy the company of family and friends any chance that I have! The “heart friends” have been there to pick me up when I’ve been knocked down, and my family is here to love and care for me! P.S. I would've never, ever thought I would be comparing my life to a football game!!!! | 130

131: Now it is time to put away the hundreds of pictures collected from Mama O, Aunt Helen and all of my boxes. I could go on and on with stories, but I feel the need to stop. This collection does not begin to tell my story. Like a cat, I have 9 lives or more, having had cancer 3 times, the rare blood disease and the aneurysm in the mid and last years, childhood asthma and Scarlet Fever, then Cowpox during pregnancy with Kathy, and the severe allergy-rejection with the pregnancy with Jennifer. I feel as though I have “lived on the edge” much of my lifetime. These stories are from the best memories I have now, and like many things told later, may or may not be entirely accurate. An exception would be from the ones I took from journals. I have been journaling off and on for over 60 years. My deepest appreciation goes to Linda Love, my good friend and teacher whom I have known since taking computer classes at the Library. Linda has patiently helped me with these pictures and stories, and without her, I would never have tackled this project. It is also because of her that I was able to play Bridge on the Internet for several years with people all over the world. We have tried to make this a fun project, as we have afternoon tea or coffee and laugh while working. | Epilogue: Living on the Edge | I hope to continue living my life on the edge and, as I said earlier, I want to live until I die!!! | Ellen Ann Brown, 2010 | 131

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139: Peaches | Steamed oysters and fresh peaches are not AMONG my favorite foods, they ARE my favorite foods! | 139

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