Showing posts with label the journey of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the journey of life. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Our life as Mr and Mrs begins...


After our wedding,  we enjoyed a  meal that my mama cooked. She cooked a lot of food for everyone to eat including several  meats, vegetables, and desserts. She was such a good cook! She went to a lot of trouble because she loved us.

         After the meal,  we left for Asheville, N.C.  Doris and J.D. went with us because he did not have a car. We stayed at the Biltmore motel Saturday night. They asked us if we wanted a room together and when we giggled they knew better. The next day was Sunday,  and we visited a church in Asheville. Then we went on to Gatlinburg, TN. For a long time Gatlinburg has been a place where everybody wants to go for their honeymoon.  It seemed like such a long ways from home, since there was no interstate yet and we had to travel over the mountain roads.  The roads were two lane roads back then too so traveling took longer.   I also remember traveling home through Newport TN and my new husband bought me a dress there.  I was real happy that he did this for me.   We traveled back to my home in NC and I remember that my folks were glad to see us back!   
        
           Later that week we went to Clifton SC where Gene lived and we stayed with  his mom for a month.  When we would be sitting in the living room, Patsy and Judy, who were living at their Grandma’s, would peek through the keyhole to see what we were doing. Judy traveled with us to visit my mom and dad a few times in NC too. She has told this story through the years: “When we went to bed I would be between them, but I would wake up on the other side of the bed.”  

Monday, September 24, 2018

About my early years...

Rev. J.S.Rice
Let me tell you about my early life -  I was raised in a Christian home. My dad was a Free Will Baptist preacher. He would preach in the North Carolina mountains and mom, my sister Louise, and brother Jimmy and myself stayed at home and attended church in Caroleen, NC.  

I remember mama carrying me in her arms and my brother and sister walking by her side. Church was an important part of our lives.  Later in my teen years, I taught the small children in Sunday School. I was voted to be the church pianist when I could only play one or two songs. Boy, it was scary!  I also began taking care of Aunt Ann's children when I was thirteen and a half years old, while she worked. We had some good times and we would have birthday parties for each other. 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Martha's story ...in her own words...


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Photo from 1941
My mother , Martha (Rice) Franklin, spent many years writing first by hand on paper and then typing her life story using an old typewriter. When she had finished writing her memories and thoughts, she asked her granddaughter, April  (Logan) Wyatt to enter it into a word document.  This blog will be the story of my mom’s life and how she met my dad and their life together for 66+ years…in her own words….titled "IN THE BEGINNING"