So thankful for my freedom today only because of our men and women that has stepped over into eternity fighting for us to stay free..
Many times I would see grandmother sitting at her kitchen table with her f white writing pad ,she had a pen with the ink you had to put in the pen ,envelopes with airmail stamps and Bible after dishes were washed and clothes hung up outside on the line she would write her sons Gene Averett who was in Korea and later on Jimmy Averett who joined the Navy and was in the Pacific and her brothers also who served ..At times she would have tears and sometimes she would smile..I would watch her write sometimes when something was funny she would write ha at the end of a sentence and she could write long letters she would also write to Peggy who lived in Ohio and Joyce who lived in Michigan …and that is also how I learned the zipcode to Linden when she would address the envelope 37096. I would usually walk out to mailbox to put the mail into the mailbox or get it out which I really liked to do I always loved walking out to the shop and mill ..
When the news came on grandmother and grandaddy would have a different look on there faces as they listened for news about wars and such.Grandaddys sister Mrs.Grace Averett Graham lost her first husband to WW2 it was only talked about in hush tones among the adults but at times we kids could overhear things..
When my Uncle Gene and Uncle Jimmy came home it would be a great time of celebrating .Grandmother would have so much food on the table you couldnt squeeze another chicken leg on the table .Great joy was in the little house until they left out again..not knowing if she would ever see her sons again..
We kids knew a little about the world problems we knew that we couldnt eat the first snow because the Russins put radioactivity in the air we knew what the swastika sign looked like ..sometimes when their was company we could hear bits and pieces of things about rumors of war and the things Hitler did until we were told to go out and play .. and most of the time they talked so low like they didn’t want us to know what was happening and we were glad as adult talk was pretty boring ..and we had creeks to play in and trees to climb and dreams to dream while they dealt with the world problems and tried to protect us..
You kids run on out and play..don’t slam that door…ok grandmother                                                Belinda