I visit it as often as I can in the spring time when the sweet wild flowers blooms and the Hummingbirds buzzed from one sweet bloom to another.
Stories told from family members through the years tell about how brave she was as a tall thin woman who--- more than one time used a whip on men that mistreated their families. She would not tolerate any woman, children or older folks being mistreated.
And if her whip was not enough she had eight (8) big boys who cherished their Mama and would take care of anyone she felt was being cruel to their family.
So the community around the little village where she dwelled with her family became a wonderful place to bring up children who were cherished, loved and well taken care of by both parents.
I found a letter once from a member of her church---the letter was so old and faded and I could barely read it. The best I could make out it said---I want to thank you for making my life into what I always hoped it would be with a loving husband who was kind and loved his family.
My husband said he did not know how to be what I wanted from him until your boys showed him and talked to him after they got his attention with their fist.
My family thanks you and that includes my husband. Bless you for caring about the women of this village.
I folded the letter and put it back into the old family trunk in the attic. I always thought of this attic as a door to another time since all I found in it came from another time.
wild flowers, spring time,
I wished we had a time machine so I could go back in time and visit her and let her know that she meant so much to so many and her family members and descendants are so proud of her.