Well, we are all still numb over Evelyn’s death. It just doesn’t seem real, kind of like we are walking around in a dream. She had been in my life for almost 39 years.
She passed away Tuesday evening, Jan. 30, at the Greg and Noreen Wells Hospice Care Center. My husband was holding her hand and our nephew Aaron Yonts and his wife were in the room with them.
My husband said he just felt her life leave her and the best peace came over him. Thank you all for all the kind words, hugs, flowers, throws, and scripture that was quoted to us by our pastor, Bill Jones.
It was good to get to spend some time with my sister, Lucille Tacket Graves and brother, Albert Tacket. They traveled a long way just to show me and my husband how much they care for us.
After the funeral Friday we spent time with Evelyn’s sister, Freedis Mullins Bailey, and her brother Carlos Mullins. We loved getting to visit with them. Just wish it was under better circumstances. We still need your prayers and so does everybody else who has lost a loved one recently.
Mom’s good friend, Fred Young, passed away Tuesday, also. His wife, Mary Ann Young, passed away the same day, March 19, 2004, and very close to the same time that day as my daddy, Marshel Tacket, had passed. I’m sure that family could use our prayers.
The Letcher County Senior Citizens program has lots of birthdays listed on the calendar this month. They are Betty Hatton on the 1st, Junior (Metry) Kuracka on the 5th, Debbie Baker, Lawton Sexton and Lorraine Kuracka on the 6th, Robert Sturgill on the 10th, Katie Caudill on the 16th, and Sheila Lewis on the 20th. Happy birthday, everybody.
Junior Kuracka has also been in the hospital recently and I haven’t heard here lately how he is doing. We are all worried about him.
My husband and I went to the rec center Saturday morning to watch our nephew, Josh Yonts’s boys, play peewee basketball. I never realized the center was that busy on Saturday. We couldn’t even find a parking place.
Lots of people were using the equipment and the physical trainers all had huge groups of people working out with them. I’m so thrilled to see this place utilized like this. Thank God our community has voted to keep this facility open.
I came across this conversation posted by Margaret Combs on Facebook and thought you all would enjoy reading it as much as I did.
Margaret Combs – Been going through pictures that Mom and Dad had. So many memories. I miss them and my sister so very much. I can close my eyes and see the house we lived in at Marlowe and smell the coffee that Mom always had on the old coal stove we had. She always had breakfast ready when we got up. We never went to school hungry or dirty. By the time we got home she would have supper on the table waiting on us. We didn’t have McDonald’s back then. We ate what she fixed. They always made me take cod liver oil every morning because I didn’t want to eat. I’ll never forget that taste. Ugh! We had jobs to do in the evenings. I would help Mom wash the dishes then she would get the big bathtub ready for us to bath. Heated water on the stove. There was a curtain over the bedroom door for our privacy. If we were not clean, Mom would send us right back and she would come in and scrub us with some kind of soap that was rough. Billy said it was Castill soap. Dad would get the ashes taken out of the fireplace in our bedroom and build a roaring fire. We had to get coal in from outside. Then he would bank the fire and it burned all night. We never got cold. Most mornings me and Sherry would get up playing in the bed. I never will forget we had a big ball we played with every morning. Dad kept telling us if we broke the mirror on the dresser he would give us a whipping. Well lo and behold. Sherry got mad at me and started hitting me. Next thing I knew she kicked that ball and it bounced off the wall and hit that mirror. It made a big crack right down the center. We calmed down and thought Dad wouldn’t notice it. We went to school and when we got home he was waiting on us. He had his mining belt. Sherry started crying and I ran. He caught me and sat me down. He said who broke the mirror? I said Sherry did it and Sherry said I did it. Well we both got it. I cried for two days. Broke my heart because Dad whipped me. Sherry didn’t seem to let it bother her. What I would give to sit down at that table again and eat with my family. Sleep on that big featherbed in front of that good warm fire. Yes, I’d still like to go back. Just for a day.
Astor Hatton – Such memories. Dad used to beat us boys with a rolled up miner’s journal!
Margaret Combs – I hated that belt Dad had. Back then we didn’t get time out. It was look out! Then that belt started flying. We knew we were in trouble.
Jo Ella Taylor Sturgill – I got “THE BELT” so many times . . .
Donald Dixon – We used to sneak in the bathhouse and take showers. We lived at bottom of School Hill, also Mom knew all the teachers, couldn’t skip.
These Marlowe stories always remind me of some of our growing-up antics. Some of the memories have been told over and over and seems like they get things added to them sometimes. Hold your breath, Delores, I’m going to tell one on you.
This was about when I was seven or eight, so Delores was four or five. I remember Daddy always having to get on to us for not flushing the commode. Over and over, I would hear him holler, “Who was the last one to use the commode?” It was just not something a child remembers to do.
Well now, I guess he had had just about all he could take of reminding us because he told us one day if the found the commode not flushed again he would line us everyone up and whip us all.
So, I guess you can just about imagine it happened again and sure enough he rounded all five of us up and stood us out on the porch side by side holding that belt in his hand. But, instead of starting to whip us all he must have felt sorry for us because he started with Charlene and looked her in the eyes and asked, “Did you do it?” She said, “No, Daddy, I didn’t.”
Then he came to me and asked me, “Did you do it?” I said, “No, Daddy, I didn’t.” Then Lucille same thing, Then Albert same thing. Then the baby one, he looked at Delores and asked her, “So, did you do it?”
And Delores just hung her head and said, “If I tell you, won’t you whip me?” Well, I wanted to laugh so hard but I didn’t, Daddy just wasn’t the type you would laugh at. I thought sure he would grab her up and whip her but instead he just got real pitiful like and said, “No, Delores, I won’t.” So, with her head still hung she said, “Well, it was me.”
As always, I will end here with Oma’s closing. Please try your best to attend church somewhere this Sunday and if your church has services Sunday night or throughout the week God would want you there then, too.