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Flossie Alberta (Watson) Self is the daughter of William S. 'Willie' & Ruby (Coffee) Watson.
She is the wife of William Dolphus Self.
Together they had nine children.
Their names are;
Mary Ellen
Georgia May
Rhoda Victoria
Opha Ruth
Delcie Lucille
Daisy Lea
Minnie Bell
un-named infant son, still born
& Roy Duster
Flossie had a son, Rylee Bert Watson before her marriage to Dolphus.
She always had something on the stove that she could 'warm up' if family or friends came to visit. One thing was for sure, if you left her house hungry it was your own fault.
She loved to 'piece' quilt tops. She made a quilt top for all of her children and one for every grandchild.
She would always let the little ones 'hope' help her when she was doing things around the house.
She was a quite woman with a heart that was bigger than she herself was. You never heard her say anything bad about anyone.
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╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨'*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
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Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
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╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯'v´¯)
╚══'My Grandma
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03.02.2024
"Two Ladies"
They sit upon their shaded porch,
A respite from the day,
Living history under eaves,
There sitting on display.
They looked out on the fields and trees,
The land that held their soul,
Two ladies resting from their work,
The young of long ago.
Their apron stained with this and that,
Their gray heads both held high,
Memories of a hundred years
Relived there in their eyes.
The wrinkled hands that held the plow
In furrows long and straight,
Are hands that cooled a fevered brow
And filled a supper plate.
The lines of life are etched on them,
Their lives about complete,
Two ladies rest there in the shade,
A respite from the heat.
Their cradles rocked so long ago,
To tunes we'll never know,
Two ladies rest upon the porch,
The young of long ago."
~ Linda Lee
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Flossie Alberta (Watson) Self is the daughter of William S. 'Willie' & Ruby (Coffee) Watson.
She is the wife of William Dolphus Self.
Together they had nine children.
Their names are;
Mary Ellen
Georgia May
Rhoda Victoria
Opha Ruth
Delcie Lucille
Daisy Lea
Minnie Bell
un-named infant son, still born
& Roy Duster
Flossie had a son, Rylee Bert Watson before her marriage to Dolphus.
She always had something on the stove that she could 'warm up' if family or friends came to visit. One thing was for sure, if you left her house hungry it was your own fault.
She loved to 'piece' quilt tops. She made a quilt top for all of her children and one for every grandchild.
She would always let the little ones 'hope' help her when she was doing things around the house.
She was a quite woman with a heart that was bigger than she herself was. You never heard her say anything bad about anyone.
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╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨'*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯''•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *'• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
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Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
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╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯'v´¯)
╚══'My Grandma
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
03.02.2024
"Two Ladies"
They sit upon their shaded porch,
A respite from the day,
Living history under eaves,
There sitting on display.
They looked out on the fields and trees,
The land that held their soul,
Two ladies resting from their work,
The young of long ago.
Their apron stained with this and that,
Their gray heads both held high,
Memories of a hundred years
Relived there in their eyes.
The wrinkled hands that held the plow
In furrows long and straight,
Are hands that cooled a fevered brow
And filled a supper plate.
The lines of life are etched on them,
Their lives about complete,
Two ladies rest there in the shade,
A respite from the heat.
Their cradles rocked so long ago,
To tunes we'll never know,
Two ladies rest upon the porch,
The young of long ago."
~ Linda Lee
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