Adairville is Under the Dome or so it seems. All the rain that has been blessing our surrounding area had completely missed us until Monday and we got a little, for which we are thankful. We still need more so bad because our yards and crops here are looking so bad. I know though that we will get it in God’s time.
My joyfulness person for the week is Hugh Gannon. He is always upbeat and cheerful and it’s always a pleasure to be in his company. He is a positive force in our community and his church. He is eager to help in anyway and has always responded affirmatively when asked to do anything for the community.
Patty Costello at Costello’s Café asked me to let everyone know that they are offering delivery in the city limits. She said she felt that might help some of the elderly and shut-ins in our community, so if you want to order and have it delivered call 270-539-2030.
I just heard today of the passing of Rennie Lopez. Her brother John ran the restaurant here in Adairville for a time. I also worked with her at Odom’s and was friends with her family. I know her girls will miss her, as will all her family and friends. When I think of Rennie, I smile. I hope smile when they think of me. She was a fun, happy person to be around. Prayers to her family.
Coffee Bottom Girl
Since I began writing these stories, so many memories have come flooding back. I hosted back to back reunions in July. My dad’s side of the family was on Saturday and my mom’s family on Sunday. I’ve been doing this for several years now and it works out quite well because you only have to decorate once. Anyway, each of these always brings back memories. I know I have talked about my mother’s family quite often, but my daddy’s family are very special too. My mother often says I got my ability to whip up dinner for 20 with a minutes notice from my Mammie Russell. You could go to her house at 11:45 and by 12:30 she would have a meal fit for a king on the table. Anyway, I was always and still am intrigued as to how my grandparents raised a family of 13 on a sharecroppers pay and during the great wars and depression. Two of the children died young, so that really only left 11, but how do you cook for 13 people, how do you clothe 13 people? We were talking about this at the reunion and thinking about how Mammie Russell must have felt when 4 of her sons were in World War II at the same time. One of them died there. One of the cousins brought a letter that President Roosevelt had written to her offering his condolences and thanking her for the sacrifice he made. I can’t imagine what went through her mind knowing 3 more were fighting at that time. People were stronger then or took things for what they were, had more faith, more reserve. I’m not sure what. There was one cousin at the reunion that I thought at one time might become my brother. His mother and father were fighting and having trouble so we took him in when he was between 1 and 2. It was so neat thinking I was going to get a brother. We got to go buy him some clothes and toys, but in about 2 weeks his mom and dad came for him. I was so upset. Every year when I see him, I’ll say you were almost my brother and he’ll say “Hey sis”. I’m not sure the younger generation enjoys cousins as much as we do. They were our first playmates and even the ones you hardly ever saw, you heard about a lot. As I stood at both reunions, I could see our parents and their parents in each one there and the memories were great knowing you’re a part of something, you are connected to each one there.
A hui hou kāko
“May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand”