Son of Ransom Franklin "Frank" and Martha Hiott.
Brother of James A. Hiott.
Grandson of Joseph "Joe" O. and Annie Hiott
and Sam and Sarah C. Bennett.
He was known to family and friends as "RP" Hiott and was married to Janie Louise Salisbury (aka Saulsberry) and had two children with her - Janie Mae (Gorman) and Minnie Martha Lee (Andrews) and raised step-son Cecil Johns and step-daughter Effie Johns Hiott and her son (when she passed), Arthur Hiott (the last 3 being deceased). Effie and Arthur (mother and son) are interred next to him and his wife.
He loved nothing more than fishing and hunting and being around his "babies" and "grandbabies" as he affectionately called us all. He was the best Daddy and best Papa ever!! He could tell the most amazing stories as I sat at his feet listening to all the history he had witnessed.
One of my favorite stories about my Papa is how he had a calendar that had a photo of two little girls on it. One little girl was a blonde and the other a brunette. Never wanting to throw away that calendar, he kept it and would show it to everyone and tell them, and then my Mamma when he married her, how much he loved that photo and that all he ever wanted was two little girls just like in that photo. God heard him and blessed him and my Mamma with a little brunette, Janie Mae, and then two years later a little blonde, my mom. You could not have found a happier dad than my Papa. Everything in life he dreamed of, he received: first my Mamma, then his two little brunette and blonde angel babies.
They fell in love but my Mamma's parents didn't want them to marry so they both married another. The marriages did not work out and were relatively short lived. RP said, at that point, he would wait forever for Janie and because, at the time, she was still in her unhappy marriage to a gentleman who didn't want to provide for his family, my Papa would sneak money to her so she would eventually be able to come to Pennsylvania where he was located at the time (as he was trying to make a better living than he could have in South Carolina). With two small babies in tow, she made her way to PA and was reunited with him. They settled, for a few years, in PA, had my mom and her sister and came back to South Carolina sometime later, and were together for the rest of their lives.
He said he was going to wait forever for her and he did. For that they were rewarded with a beautiful loving and long lasting marriage.
The song, "Love Me", by Collin Raye could not suit them better. It's as if he wrote that song about them.
"LOVE ME"
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923 -
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago -
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever.
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead I found this letter, and this is what it said":
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray -
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years.
But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. . .
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
Brother of James A. Hiott.
Grandson of Joseph "Joe" O. and Annie Hiott
and Sam and Sarah C. Bennett.
He was known to family and friends as "RP" Hiott and was married to Janie Louise Salisbury (aka Saulsberry) and had two children with her - Janie Mae (Gorman) and Minnie Martha Lee (Andrews) and raised step-son Cecil Johns and step-daughter Effie Johns Hiott and her son (when she passed), Arthur Hiott (the last 3 being deceased). Effie and Arthur (mother and son) are interred next to him and his wife.
He loved nothing more than fishing and hunting and being around his "babies" and "grandbabies" as he affectionately called us all. He was the best Daddy and best Papa ever!! He could tell the most amazing stories as I sat at his feet listening to all the history he had witnessed.
One of my favorite stories about my Papa is how he had a calendar that had a photo of two little girls on it. One little girl was a blonde and the other a brunette. Never wanting to throw away that calendar, he kept it and would show it to everyone and tell them, and then my Mamma when he married her, how much he loved that photo and that all he ever wanted was two little girls just like in that photo. God heard him and blessed him and my Mamma with a little brunette, Janie Mae, and then two years later a little blonde, my mom. You could not have found a happier dad than my Papa. Everything in life he dreamed of, he received: first my Mamma, then his two little brunette and blonde angel babies.
They fell in love but my Mamma's parents didn't want them to marry so they both married another. The marriages did not work out and were relatively short lived. RP said, at that point, he would wait forever for Janie and because, at the time, she was still in her unhappy marriage to a gentleman who didn't want to provide for his family, my Papa would sneak money to her so she would eventually be able to come to Pennsylvania where he was located at the time (as he was trying to make a better living than he could have in South Carolina). With two small babies in tow, she made her way to PA and was reunited with him. They settled, for a few years, in PA, had my mom and her sister and came back to South Carolina sometime later, and were together for the rest of their lives.
He said he was going to wait forever for her and he did. For that they were rewarded with a beautiful loving and long lasting marriage.
The song, "Love Me", by Collin Raye could not suit them better. It's as if he wrote that song about them.
"LOVE ME"
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923 -
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago -
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever.
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead I found this letter, and this is what it said":
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray -
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years.
But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. . .
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
Son of Ransom Franklin "Frank" and Martha Hiott.
Brother of James A. Hiott.
Grandson of Joseph "Joe" O. and Annie Hiott
and Sam and Sarah C. Bennett.
He was known to family and friends as "RP" Hiott and was married to Janie Louise Salisbury (aka Saulsberry) and had two children with her - Janie Mae (Gorman) and Minnie Martha Lee (Andrews) and raised step-son Cecil Johns and step-daughter Effie Johns Hiott and her son (when she passed), Arthur Hiott (the last 3 being deceased). Effie and Arthur (mother and son) are interred next to him and his wife.
He loved nothing more than fishing and hunting and being around his "babies" and "grandbabies" as he affectionately called us all. He was the best Daddy and best Papa ever!! He could tell the most amazing stories as I sat at his feet listening to all the history he had witnessed.
One of my favorite stories about my Papa is how he had a calendar that had a photo of two little girls on it. One little girl was a blonde and the other a brunette. Never wanting to throw away that calendar, he kept it and would show it to everyone and tell them, and then my Mamma when he married her, how much he loved that photo and that all he ever wanted was two little girls just like in that photo. God heard him and blessed him and my Mamma with a little brunette, Janie Mae, and then two years later a little blonde, my mom. You could not have found a happier dad than my Papa. Everything in life he dreamed of, he received: first my Mamma, then his two little brunette and blonde angel babies.
They fell in love but my Mamma's parents didn't want them to marry so they both married another. The marriages did not work out and were relatively short lived. RP said, at that point, he would wait forever for Janie and because, at the time, she was still in her unhappy marriage to a gentleman who didn't want to provide for his family, my Papa would sneak money to her so she would eventually be able to come to Pennsylvania where he was located at the time (as he was trying to make a better living than he could have in South Carolina). With two small babies in tow, she made her way to PA and was reunited with him. They settled, for a few years, in PA, had my mom and her sister and came back to South Carolina sometime later, and were together for the rest of their lives.
He said he was going to wait forever for her and he did. For that they were rewarded with a beautiful loving and long lasting marriage.
The song, "Love Me", by Collin Raye could not suit them better. It's as if he wrote that song about them.
"LOVE ME"
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923 -
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago -
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever.
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead I found this letter, and this is what it said":
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray -
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years.
But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. . .
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
Brother of James A. Hiott.
Grandson of Joseph "Joe" O. and Annie Hiott
and Sam and Sarah C. Bennett.
He was known to family and friends as "RP" Hiott and was married to Janie Louise Salisbury (aka Saulsberry) and had two children with her - Janie Mae (Gorman) and Minnie Martha Lee (Andrews) and raised step-son Cecil Johns and step-daughter Effie Johns Hiott and her son (when she passed), Arthur Hiott (the last 3 being deceased). Effie and Arthur (mother and son) are interred next to him and his wife.
He loved nothing more than fishing and hunting and being around his "babies" and "grandbabies" as he affectionately called us all. He was the best Daddy and best Papa ever!! He could tell the most amazing stories as I sat at his feet listening to all the history he had witnessed.
One of my favorite stories about my Papa is how he had a calendar that had a photo of two little girls on it. One little girl was a blonde and the other a brunette. Never wanting to throw away that calendar, he kept it and would show it to everyone and tell them, and then my Mamma when he married her, how much he loved that photo and that all he ever wanted was two little girls just like in that photo. God heard him and blessed him and my Mamma with a little brunette, Janie Mae, and then two years later a little blonde, my mom. You could not have found a happier dad than my Papa. Everything in life he dreamed of, he received: first my Mamma, then his two little brunette and blonde angel babies.
They fell in love but my Mamma's parents didn't want them to marry so they both married another. The marriages did not work out and were relatively short lived. RP said, at that point, he would wait forever for Janie and because, at the time, she was still in her unhappy marriage to a gentleman who didn't want to provide for his family, my Papa would sneak money to her so she would eventually be able to come to Pennsylvania where he was located at the time (as he was trying to make a better living than he could have in South Carolina). With two small babies in tow, she made her way to PA and was reunited with him. They settled, for a few years, in PA, had my mom and her sister and came back to South Carolina sometime later, and were together for the rest of their lives.
He said he was going to wait forever for her and he did. For that they were rewarded with a beautiful loving and long lasting marriage.
The song, "Love Me", by Collin Raye could not suit them better. It's as if he wrote that song about them.
"LOVE ME"
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923 -
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago -
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever.
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead I found this letter, and this is what it said":
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray -
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years.
But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. . .
"If you get there before I do,
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling wait and see,
And between now and then,
Til I see you again,
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
