John and I just returned from a trip to Mississippi to visit my mom. We try to go every three or four months. My mom is ninety-nine and I’m so blessed to still have her. Another great blessing is that when we visit, most of the time we stay in the home where my dad was born. It’s a treasure chest of memories of days gone by and a simpler but hard life–long days of dawn til dusk work and years of no air conditioning, home-made quilts for the cold winters, wash boards, wood stoves, hand drawn well water, few clothes and they were hand stitched, and no clothes dryers or automatic anything. In later years they added indoor plumbing and electricity and later on an air-conditioning unit but they lived many years without any of the luxuries we take for granted today.
My grandfather, Charlie Powell, built this home in the early 1900’s. He and his wife, Aby, raised three girls and three boys here.. My dad was one of those boys…Shirley Powell. Grandmother and Granddaddy worked hard and lived at this home until their deaths. Grandmother died in 1970 and Granddaddy died in 1974. My brother, Jerry, purchased the land with the old house and restored it in the 1990’s. He had to tear down the back part of the house because of termite damage but he restored what was left. We had a family reunion there in 1998 and about one hundred relatives “came home.” It was a great blessing to see life and laughter at the place once again. Today, my brother uses it for a retreat— primarily for those of us who live away. It’s a wonderful blessing to stay where my dad lived as a boy. He’s been gone for thirty-seven years but I never feel as close to him as when I’m out in the woods where he played, enjoying the beauty of this old home. THANK YOU, JERRY!
My grandparents & my two brothers, Wayne and Jerry, at the Old Place. I imagine they were on their way to church. In Grandmother’s last years, I often sat with her in church on Sunday morning. She lived to be 88 and lived a life of faith. THANK YOU, Grandmother.
We had a Powell Family Reunion at the Old Place right after Jerry restored it—1998. Pictured here are my brother,Wayne, who died in 2000 and my sister, Lynda, who died in 2001. Precious memories. I’m the short one on the front row. This was the last picture made with us all together. My brother, Jerry, is on the right.
Mother, Jerry, and me. Jerry keeps the place mowed beautifully though he lives fifty miles away. My mom’s old 1984 car is in the back ground. She calls it her antique. On this fall day in 2010, Jerry brought his golf cart from his home and rode Mother around the farm. She loved it.
My mom and dad – They were married in 1935 & this was made shortly afterwards. My mom remembers that my dad didn’t want to get a picture made so he was perturbed with her. They are sitting on a small round piano stool and she’s about to fall off because my dad’s sitting in the middle of it.