By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
One of the things
I loved most about my childhood was having our grandmother, Mama’s mother,
Ludie Smith Bass, live with us. She was such a sweetheart and I wish I’d been
old enough to truly appreciate just who she was in my life. Of course, I was
aware that she was Mama’s mother, but I had no clue about the people she knew
and from whom she descended.
It took me many
years to finally begin the search for my roots, on all sides. But Granny’s are
some I rarely write about. Mainly because I didn’t know much about that side of our family.
Granny’s mother
and father, I do know—Turner Thomas Smith and Elizabeth Gilbert, and sisters and
brothers, but off the top of my head, I can’t tell you all their names. That is
so sad to me. These are the people who influenced Granny’s early years, thus,
the remainder of her life.
Thank you, Cousin
Our second cousin
compiled the story of the Smith/Gilbert family. All the cousins owe her a huge
debt of gratitude for all the years of work that went into making the spiral-bound
book a reality. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for opening doors to us
about our shared ancestors.
When Granny was
eighteen in 1908, she married my grandfather who was forty-eight. I know it seems like
a huge age difference, but times were different then. Grandpa’s first wife had
died, and he needed help with his little children. The youngest was only about four
or five when he married Granny. Grandpa and Granny had eight children together,
the youngest of which was my mother, Dot, the second-born of identical twin
girls.
When Mama was
only seven, Grandpa died leaving Granny with all those children to raise. Because
of Granny and the dedication of Mama’s eldest full brother, my Uncle Boo, all
the kids grew up to live good lives. Uncle Boo was the last to marry, waiting
until all the others were taken care of.
Life With Granny
I don’t really
know why Granny lived with us, the story behind it, but, Mama and Daddy were
the ones who lived in the city limits of Dothan, Alabama. The other siblings
lived either in the country or in other states. Thus, Sis and I got to spend
the early years of our childhood with Granny.She passed away when I was eight.
Granny was an
outstanding cook. She made the most scrumptious cobblers you can imagine. Thinking
about them makes my mouth water. She made down-home country meals. It wasn’t
unusual to have ham and red eye gravy with breakfast biscuits. Collard greens were a
staple, served with fried corn bread to soak up the pot-liquor. Sometimes she
would cook the collards with what she called corn dodgers. This was that same cornmeal
batter dropped into boiling pot-liquor. Mmmm-mm.
It was Granny who
took us to the courthouse or a little country church for Sacred Harp sings. It
wasn’t until a couple years ago that we learned our Grandpa had been a leader of
the Sacred Harp sings. He would be so proud of all the musicians in the family,
especially those who have become worship leaders in their churches. His legacy
lives on.
Country Cooking & Patchwork Quilts
Granny has left
her own legacy. Sis and I are both wonderful country cooks as are all our
cousins and down to the next couple of generations, her great-great-grandchildren.
Sis and I both remember the quilting lessons and have made many quilts for
our own families.
But the most important legacy from our ancestors that has been passed from generation to generation is their faith. (Psalm 90:1)
I’m proud of my
roots. Proud of all these good people who came before me. I know they would be
proud of their children and the generations since them.
Have you
discovered your long-ago roots? Tell us about your family. What is one legacy you
are proud of?
TWEETABLE
Ham Steak with
Red Eye Gravy
Ham Steak (I use
the regular one as I don’t like country ham, too salty for me, but if you like country ham, by all means, use that)
½ cup coffee
½ cup water
Cook ham steak over
medium heat, on both sides until brown, about 4-5 minutes per side
Remove ham from
pan.
Pour in water and
coffee and scrape any goodies from the bottom of your pan with a wooden spoon.
Bring to gentle boil, just to blend flavors. Pour into gravy boat.
Serve with grits
or biscuits. A Southern delicacy.

Enjoyed this so much. Joyce Bass Wagoner
ReplyDeleteThis brought me back to memories with my Grandma Wofford. She didn't live with us but she influenced us in so many ways, especially with her faith. I am thankful she did live with me in her last years. My children knew her and loved her. She was 102 when she passed in January of 2000.
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