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Notes from Mom's service

February 7, 2014

2 PM Sunday January 12, 2014 Pastor Tanner lead with a welcome and introduction. Mom's obituary was retold as recorded on this web site.

Over eighty friends signed the guest book and we all joined in singing "Jesus loves the little children" accompanied by Grace Chapels Music Directors son on acoustic guitar. Scripture was from John 14: verses 1-3 and 14.

 Pastor Pat gave a brief message including personal moments shared with her walk with the Lord and how she would frequently go from discussion to prayer and back again. She lived a life of love with the Lord. Her religion was infused and entwined with her daily life. 

We shared our special memories for some time. It was comforting to hear how she was loved and remembered. Neighbors, past neighbors, friends from Ohio, friends from chuch, friends form the missions, from NAFRE, Boy Scouts - so many shared. I copied my notes in the attached photo.

We closed in prayer

A reception followed where we were able to visit each other better. Only wish we could have spent more time together. So many people I wanted to get a chance to talk to had to leave before I could visit with everyone.
    
 

In Church Sunday morning

January 10, 2014

Irene was so incredibly elegant! No matter how she felt she had a smile and that beautiful Georgian accent that said, "So good to see ya today!" I love her and will miss her deeply. Grace Chapel will miss this godly woman who was so loving, so generous, and so kind. Our favorite thing to do was to talk with her. My husband and I smile when we think of some of our times with her because as we would be in conversation with her, sometimes she would just slip into a prayer to God while we were talking, as if we had interrupted her conversation with the Almighty. She was a gem! A true sweet woman! We'll miss you Irene!

January 7, 2014

having fun at great grandma and granpa's house... Gab.,Jamie,Jason, and Kyle

Greatgrand children

January 7, 2014

Some of the greatgrand children opening gifts at great grandpa and grandmas house.....

sewing with Grandma

January 7, 2014

These are two of the dresses Grandma helped my sister and I make....The cool guy is our brother....

Mom shared memories of Alabama

January 4, 2014

Mom Remembers Her Mom

These are some of my memories of my Mom – Leighora Bell Jackson Woodfin, known as Ora. They are from 1920 to 1941.

Most people of my generation were raised by a “stay at home Mom”. Now people ask what she did all day.  I only know some things my Mom did.

She got up early and cooked breakfast on a wood stove for my Daddy and their five children. (I was the second.) When she said “Breakfast is ready!” we all went to the table and ate together.

She milked two cows twice a day. Once or twice a week she washed our clothes on a scrub board but that was after drawing water from a well in a bucket. She would heat the water in a big black iron pot and boil the clothes after they were first washed to make sure they were clean and sterile. She would hang them out on fence or clothesline to dry. Fold what she could when dry and the next day iron what had to be ironed with a flatiron that had to be heated on the stove or at the fireplace.

She separated the cream from the milk, churned and made butter, and sometimes sale a pound for  10 cents.

She made our clothes, darned sox – Sometimes she sewed for other people. Pieced & quilted quilts to keep us warm. The neighborhood women would have a quilting party. That was fun time.

When Granma Woodfin came they would sometimes make soap. She cut our hair.

She would see to it that we all got a tub bath at least once a week in the old zinc laundry tub brought in to the kitchen to keep us warm. Water was heated on the stove. She wanted us to go to church clean and start off clean for school.

After we were all five in school we were allowed to bring a teacher home to stay overnight. There was no radio at our house but my Daddy was a good storyteller and they all loved his stories. Momma would parch peanuts and make candy. Everyone loved Momma and Daddy.

Momma was a Baptist & loved doing for the needy. She loved to sing old hymns as she worked. She was an untrained mid-wife and helped deliver many babies.

She always had something for us to eat when we got home from school. Maybe her famous teacake cookies or could be a hot sweet baked potato still in the oven.

She never got a raise or promotion. No recognition, just a plain ordinary woman who fortunately was my Mother who lived her entire 55 years in Autauga, Cousa, Montgomery and Elmore counties in Alabama.

Her children rise up and call her blessed.

                                By Irene Woodfin Halliwill May 2000

 

Figure 1  Lee and Ora Woodfin

Irene’s son Rick found four handwritten pages in old photo albums shipped from our old house on Carolside in Lancaster California. Notes transcribed on July 24, 2013.  

 

Figure 2  Wash tub still in use 1955

Wash tub was still in use in August 1955. Think that’s Uncle Harold washing up.

 

Leighora Bell Jackson born in Speed (Coosa Co) Alabama Sep 22, 1886 died Nov 19, 1941 Wetumpka, AL. and is buried at Harmony Church Cemetery 

Dads Poem to Mom

January 4, 2014

Dad wrote this poem for Mom’s 37th birthday April 27, 1957. Dad’s original handwritten original is with Mom’s Will. I transcribed the poem April 19, 2013 to MSWord to share among family members.  Let’s share the love

It isn’t that we talk so much

Sometimes the evening through you do not say a word to me

I do not talk to you

I sit beside the reading lamp you like your easy chair

And it is a joy enough for me just to know you are there.

 

It isn’t that we go so much

Sometimes we like roam, to theater or concert

But best of all is home

I putter around or read aloud a book we want to share

And it is joy enough for me just to know you are there.

 

It isn’t that you tell me

The things I’ve come to know, it goes too deep for words I think

The fact you love me so

You have only to touch my hand to know how much I care

And it is joy enough for me just to know you are there.

 

It isn’t that you ask me

For things beyond our means no fancy or frills for you

Just a home, a simple life

A companion with faith to live by fate has chosen you for my bride

And it is joy enough for me just to know you are there.

 

 John read this poem at Dad’s Memorial service July 2002.

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