Aunt Hettie
Some of the flowers along the way
Arriving in Virginia
Coast Guard Station
The Cars they drive around the base
Fields ready to be planted
Fields of winter wheat
Wistera
April 1st - Elizabeth City, North Carolina - 60 Degrees
Lou and I were up early so we could attend Palm Sunday services on base. Chaplain Jason Rochester brought us a message from Mark 11:1-11 of Christ’s entry into Jerusalem, he titled his sermon The Beginning of the End. We also shared The Lord’s Supper and sang a song in closing that I had not sang before. How Deep the Love Father’s Love for Us. Chaplain Rochester had a wonderful voice and lead all of us in the six very meaningful verses. It was a song I would like to sing again.
The service was a very meaningful worship service and everyone was very friendly and warm. We bid everyone goodbye and left the base in search of a place to have breakfast and came upon an Ihop. We enjoyed a delightful breakfast and wonderful hot tasty coffee. As we were finishing our breakfast a young lady came up to our table and told us she didn’t know us, but thought we looked so nice sitting there together sharing love between each other and wished us a good day. We thanked her and she left. A little later her waitress came to our table and told us she had paid for our breakfast. Wasn’t that a nice thing for her to do? Lou and I always sit in a booth and rather that sitting across from each other we sit side by side, so I don’t know if that is what she saw that was different. We do enjoye each others company no matter what we do and we are thankful for each day we have to spent together, perhaps that does show.
We arrived at Aunt Hettie’s personal care home and she remembered that we were coming back on Sunday and she was delighted to see us again, and we asked her if she would like to go for a ride and her eyes shown with delight, so we took her outside to the car, the sunshine was bright, and the spring flowers, dogwood, wisteria and azaleas were all ready to greet her and she just couldn’t get enough of it. You could tell she was a farm girl at heart, she loved seeing the fields that had been prepared for planting and the huge fields of winter wheat that were all headed out.
I love to hear her tell the stories of growing up. She will be 94 in June. This year she told me about her sisters and even her mother dipping snuff. She said there were two different kinds and her mother liked the sweet kind. The paper in the box had a red line on it. She said she never used it and she never smoked. Aunt Hettie said that she got many spankings from arguing with her mother about not wanting to wash the “spit cups” that belonged to her sisters and her mother. She felt if she didn’t use them she shouldn’t have to clean them, but she was the youngest, so she had to do it!!. She said she would have to take them out to the well, prime the pump and scrub them out. She said she hated to do it.
Lou said that Ma Rose even used snuff, and she carried a plastic bag in her apron pocket that she spit into. So guess a lot of the southern ladies acquired the habit.
Aunt Hettie also talked about the kitchens being at the rear of the house and they were separate from the house, so they wouldn’t heat up the house and the houses were built up off the ground so the air could circulate under them to keep the cooler.
Was a lovely day and it passed so quickly, wish we lived closer so we could share more memories with this delightful lady.
Tomorrow we are off to Fort A P Hill in Virginia.
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