I never had the opportunity to get to know my father’s parents. So my family would have to start with my great-grandparents. My great grandmother, Lucille was born just down the road in Suches, Georgia where I grew up. Her mother was Cherokee Indian and her father was part Irish. They owned a big part of land and were farmers. Lucille was born on a snowy night in nineteen-twenty inside their barn. When she was in her late teens she met a military man. In the beginning of World War II, they got married. They always told the stories of their travels and of the war. My grandpa was stationed in Germany, Iceland, and then Tallahassee, Florida. While they were stationed in Florida, they had two children, John and Linda. Linda was my father’s mother.
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It was truly a breath of fresh air. I knew I had to move to overcome the abuse I had faced. It was my great escape. My father and stepmother lived on the farmland where my great grandparents still lived. They lived walking distance from our house. Lucille was like another mother to me. She loved for me to get on and off the school bus there so I could help them and be their company. Little did she know, they were the ones helping me. Lucille and Bud loved the lord and their family more than anything. She would say the biggest joy in life in loving each other. She taught me how to forgive and love with all your heart. Lucille was a diabetic and had lost almost all of her eyesight while Bud was nearly death from being in the war. She still was the best cook and I cook with some of her receipts still today. They had a relationship of none I have ever seen before. I envy them so much. Although sometimes they would argue it was never no time when the other was already apologizing. Pawpaw said the key to a long happy marriage was to always have the last word, yes ma’am. They were married sixty-nine years when she passed away at the age of eighty-nine. He died two years later. They taught me no matter how hard life was the love from another would direct you to a happy
It was truly a breath of fresh air. I knew I had to move to overcome the abuse I had faced. It was my great escape. My father and stepmother lived on the farmland where my great grandparents still lived. They lived walking distance from our house. Lucille was like another mother to me. She loved for me to get on and off the school bus there so I could help them and be their company. Little did she know, they were the ones helping me. Lucille and Bud loved the lord and their family more than anything. She would say the biggest joy in life in loving each other. She taught me how to forgive and love with all your heart. Lucille was a diabetic and had lost almost all of her eyesight while Bud was nearly death from being in the war. She still was the best cook and I cook with some of her receipts still today. They had a relationship of none I have ever seen before. I envy them so much. Although sometimes they would argue it was never no time when the other was already apologizing. Pawpaw said the key to a long happy marriage was to always have the last word, yes ma’am. They were married sixty-nine years when she passed away at the age of eighty-nine. He died two years later. They taught me no matter how hard life was the love from another would direct you to a happy