Mother of Fannie Elizabeth Solomon who died in infancy of Spinal Meningitis. 1/21/1912 - 12/14/1912
Her Granddaughter whom she raised, wrote the following poem about her beloved Grandma Bug.
LADYBUG
Tribute To A Country Woman ©
She was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
She tilled soil as fine and
As fruitful as herself.
Mother of eight, she often
Spoke of her oldest, her baby,
My father, her next-to-the baby.
Worked hard,
Literally working in her man's shoes.
Her own hurt her corns.
Milked the cow, churned the butter,
And early in the day made bed
and bread.
Best dandelion wine maker in the county,
Sending the children out in the Spring
To pick the yellow blossoms,
The greens were dinner.
Carried water from cool springs
On wash day starched and ironed
the clothes.
Sewed, cooked a groundhog
golden brown
The way her man liked it.
She was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
Hard of hearing, she tilted her head
To the radio listening to her soaps.
"Our Gal Sunday" was a favorite,
but she only heard what she
wanted to hear.
A giving person,
She always came bearing gifts,
A pint of jam, a few apples or
Potatoes, perhaps a doily
She had crocheted. Special friends
Were given a Mason jar filled
With her dandelion recipe.
On Saturdays she went to town,
Tripping down the hollyhock-lined
Path. On the way to the main
Road to catch a bus.
Dressed in purple, wide brimmed hat,
Lips and nails painted bright red,
No lines marred this fair face.
Her Pond's cold cream took care of that.
Still she was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
Years later, the land yielded
New crops; the jagged edges
Of old cold cream jars
And tiny slivers of Ladybug's dreams.
Shirley Solomon Parrish
Excerpt taken from Shirley's book,
The Tablet Of My Heart: Reflections On Family, Place, And Self.
Mother of Fannie Elizabeth Solomon who died in infancy of Spinal Meningitis. 1/21/1912 - 12/14/1912
Her Granddaughter whom she raised, wrote the following poem about her beloved Grandma Bug.
LADYBUG
Tribute To A Country Woman ©
She was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
She tilled soil as fine and
As fruitful as herself.
Mother of eight, she often
Spoke of her oldest, her baby,
My father, her next-to-the baby.
Worked hard,
Literally working in her man's shoes.
Her own hurt her corns.
Milked the cow, churned the butter,
And early in the day made bed
and bread.
Best dandelion wine maker in the county,
Sending the children out in the Spring
To pick the yellow blossoms,
The greens were dinner.
Carried water from cool springs
On wash day starched and ironed
the clothes.
Sewed, cooked a groundhog
golden brown
The way her man liked it.
She was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
Hard of hearing, she tilted her head
To the radio listening to her soaps.
"Our Gal Sunday" was a favorite,
but she only heard what she
wanted to hear.
A giving person,
She always came bearing gifts,
A pint of jam, a few apples or
Potatoes, perhaps a doily
She had crocheted. Special friends
Were given a Mason jar filled
With her dandelion recipe.
On Saturdays she went to town,
Tripping down the hollyhock-lined
Path. On the way to the main
Road to catch a bus.
Dressed in purple, wide brimmed hat,
Lips and nails painted bright red,
No lines marred this fair face.
Her Pond's cold cream took care of that.
Still she was a country woman
Loving the land and her family
And she had dreams.
Years later, the land yielded
New crops; the jagged edges
Of old cold cream jars
And tiny slivers of Ladybug's dreams.
Shirley Solomon Parrish
Excerpt taken from Shirley's book,
The Tablet Of My Heart: Reflections On Family, Place, And Self.
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