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Horror In The Moment…

In the early years of the seventies on a warm day of sunshine in the little town of Lake City, Florida, My Mama, Lois Marion was driving her young daughters home from the grocery store back to their farm on Pinemount Road.  Their chariot was a huge beast of an automobile, a dark green Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight with beautiful gold brocade interior.  Although a very large car with a huge engine it was absolutely safe, road-worthy and a powerful but very comfortable and stylish ride.  Mama was so proud of that new car and Daddy had been just as proud to present it to her!

Mama had purchased four flats (2 ½ dozen eggs per flat) that day for use in her home cake-baking business and were set along with mountains of sugar and flour for yet another wedding cake creation for one lucky young Lake City bride’s special day.

The girls were enjoying the trip home, the radio was playing (not softly I’m sure since all of us enjoyed our music… I’m sure Mama was wishing HER music was playing instead of “The Big Ape” radio station out of Jacksonville.  She was mostly a good sport when we wanted to rock!)

As they neared what was then called by the locals “Dead Man’s Curve”, a sharp curve in the highway anchored by an extremely old and large oak tree, Mama slowed to the posted speed. Their driveway was within the next mile and Nola Jane sat in the front passenger seat, Charlene in the back seat and both were simply enjoying the ride and their music.

Mama noticed a Camaro fast approaching from the west at a high speed and to her horror realized “the wheels just collapsed right before me!”  The Camaro driven by the young wife of one of her tobacco workers apparently did not realize the curve was that close and unfortunately was too late in braking.

As the Camaro blasted toward them, Mama attempted to drive defensively and while screaming to the girls “get down…!” pulled that huge beast to the right toward the culvert on the side of the road.  The Camaro crossed the median to her right then corrected back to the left again but because the wheels had apparently been damaged, the car careened into the path of Mama’s “Beast”!   The ensuing crash was a mighty sound in the countryside which brought the neighbors running.

As the smoke cleared, the Camaro lay near the western lane in the culvert with that big old Beast smashed to ‘smithereens;’ its nose in the culvert and totally ‘bonded’ into the other car.  Mama’s car had smashed into the broad side of the smaller car which was definitely totaled.  However, because Mama had braked when she did and travelled down into the culvert, it possibly saved the other driver’s life.  The young woman was severely injured and Mama and my sisters were all cut up rather severely as well.  A neighbor immediately called the Florida Highway Patrol for help.

Mama’s initial fear was for her daughters but was also very fearful the impact may have killed the girl in the other car.  Her prayers began immediately and were constant for the next minutes, days and months afterwards.

At the arrival of paramedics, her mind was a total scramble, her chin was full of glass where her face had hit the steering wheel and the car interior was bathed in yellow from the total annihilation of two hundred and forty eggs within the car.  She gratefully allowed herself and her daughters emergency transport to the hospital.

I was in my late teens and not present on this day.  I was with my Grandmother on Hillsboro Street, just a few blocks from the Lake Shore Hospital at the eastern end of Lake Desoto.  The call came in to my Grandmother that Mama and my sisters had been in “a very bad” car accident and were presently being taken to the hospital.

I was close with my little sisters and loved each one of them and initially thought all three had been in the accident with our Mama.  As I sped through the streets of Lake City, Hillsboro Street, the street my Grandmother lived on was a mere 4 blocks away from the hospital so I opted to cross what was called First Street in those days.  As I approached the intersection at Hillsboro and Marion Street, I looked to my right into what was then Dixon’s Grill and owned by friends in our family church.  I was highly agitated and so anxious to get to the hospital but at that moment totally “locked eyes with my second sister, Kay Sue” eating lunch in the Grill with friends from the church.  I had no idea she was NOT with Mama and my other two sisters.

I stopped my car in the middle of the street and screamed to Kay to come outside.  I’m sure I was extremely frantic and abrupt but she certainly got the impression something was wrong.  She ran from the Grill and together we embraced.   “Come with me…Mama and the girls have been in an accident!”  I cried.  I’m sure she was certain I had totally lost my mind!  However, I was soooo thankful that at least one of my sisters was safe!

Together we raced to the hospital and I think we got there before Daddy and Grandmother arrived but I will most definitely never forget walking into the Emergency Room. I first saw my sister Charlene with blood over her entire face!  Her nose was broken when the impact had sent her face first into the back seat of the car and her face was already turning black and blue.  Her green eyes were no longer green, but were severely swollen and her face tear-stained.  She was in total shock.

We moved over to check Nola Jane’s condition  who was, bruised and battered, suffered no breaks but looked so terribly small on the gurney…

We then saw our Mama with blood, cuts and bruises over her face and the nurse attempting to remove the multitude of shards of glass from her chin.  We could hear the pain in our Mama’s voice as she spoke with the nurses and doctors.  Daddy and Grandmother arrived and we all hovered and prayed to learn the conditions of our family.  We prayed hard for the safety of everyone involved.

The one image that remains in my mind all these years later while standing by my Mama’s bedside and the medical team worked on her, was when the very large and imposing uniformed figure walked into the Emergency Room in search of my Mama.   I don’t remember his name but will NEVER forget the horror and embarrassment on my Mama’s face when that uniformed young man walked into the Emergency Room with her WIG clutched within his hand…”Oh my Lord” she cried “MY WIG!”

The young FHP patrolman had arrived to check on my family members’ conditions but apparently as a very thoughtful young man, was determined to return the wig to the rightful owner.  Someone along the way had schooled that young man in vanity of a woman and need and desire to appear as “put together” as possible .  He was doing his level best to return my Mama to her best!

Later Mama admitted “I wanted to crawl UNDER that bed I was so embarrassed!  I know he was very kind to bring back my belongings but that young man was standing there with my hair in his hands…!”  She also admitted it was pretty shallow to have worried about how she may have appeared in the horror of the moment…

At the time in Mama’s life, even though she had beautiful black and very thick hair she occasionally wore a wig.  It looked nice on her but I’m certain it was the convenience of the ability to “set a cap on her head” to rush out the door and do that shopping necessary for her needs than to stop and style her hair!  She was a mother, farmer’s wife, chauffeur/tractor driver, cake baker/master decorator and a housewife all rolled up into one.  She sometimes just didn’t have the time.

Charlene had her nose set (extremely painful but necessary), Nola Jane survived the ordeal of the crash and Mama picked shards of glass out of her chin for months afterwards.

The Oldsmobile unfortunately was un-salvageable but brought Mama a brand new Tan Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight which she graciously accepted as a surprise gift by our Daddy.   Seems to me I remember however, the purchase of the large numbers of eggs from then on was relegated to the trunk of the car for their ride home.

The other driver in the Camaro did thankfully survive the ordeal but endured a very long recuperation.

The prayers sent up that day by my Mama, Daddy and all of my family definitely revealed the Grace of God and ‘Grace’ allowed my family members to stay here with us.

My Daddy was always open for laughter and lots of it.  I can’t honestly remember if my jokester of a parent laughed at Mama’s reaction at that particular moment in the Emergency Room however, the jokes and memories he shared over the years since then certainly have brought lots of guffaws!

 …Daddy could ‘shore nuff’ spin a good yarn!

A Tribute to Mama on her 85th birthday – 10/26/2014

The following is a Tribute written to our Mama on the day of a glorious luncheon served to family and friends in our family church I hope you enjoy my sentiments:

December 26, 1949 at the early morning hour of 5:01 A.M. and protected by the watchful and competent hands of Dr. T.H. Bates, I met my Mama, Lois Marion.

Apparently it had been a difficult Christmas Day for Mama (I was there, however, memory escapes me…) She was the tender age of 19 and our Daddy, Charles Henry was the tender age of 18. They had married in this church, First Baptist Church of Lake City, Florida on January 9, 1949 and were resigned to my entrance into their world just days from their first wedding anniversary. Had I possessed any courtesy at all most certainly I would have delayed my own birth till they had become at least used to each other. Unfortunately I arrived screaming and requiring their respective undivided attentions… From there I’m sure it’s been downhill all the way!

            At that time in history our world had survived a Depression and a terrible time of war which took Mama’s only remembered Father-figure. Our Daddy at the age of six years old had lost his own Mama during the birth of his youngest sister.

            Both survived their respective childhoods each with the help of their single parents but very early in their lives possessed a fierce devotion one to the other which could not be broken. Mama relates a time having survived throughout the aftermath of the Depression years and then World War II, my Daddy promised “My children will never go hungry!”   At that point in our parents’ lives my three sisters and I were merely a gleam in my Daddy’s eye. However, it proves that he always wanted and treasured his own family. I’m so proud to be a member of that exclusive and treasured group.

            Today in this wonderful gathering of Mama’s friends and family on her 85th birthday celebration, and knowing of our Daddy’s determination to pull my Mama and himself up by their own “bootstraps” I am reminded of the trials and tribulations my parents went through to get my sisters and me through our childhood years and to become independent and successful adults.

            I will not trouble you to document the pain and suffering they endured to protect us through childhood illnesses, financial ups and downs over the years, accidents, fears and second guesses of their respective decisions to guide us to adulthood. I will say, however, through all those years of the battle of wills from teenaged angst (I was the first and probably the most determined of all four…I’m so sorry!) and the determined plans of our Daddy to progress and succeed in his quest for a successful and comfortable ‘older years’, I hope that I have made both of my parents proud. I cannot begin to share my three sisters’ feelings at this point in my life (that I will leave to each of them) but would love to share just a smattering of what I feel for my beautiful Mama.

            As stated before, I was the first to arrive in this small, faithful and financially struggling little family but remember well the times of absolute fun and complete joy Mama shared with me. I was an only child for six of my childhood years and realize that I probably sucked the life out of both of our parents on more than one occasion. From all indications, our Granddaddy William Henry was devoted to me since I was the closest Grandchild in physical distance; however, we lost him early in my young life. Many of you may remember our Grandmother, Lois Annie and she was, as I have proudly documented in print, my hero.

            For those times of the fun I shared with Mama and Daddy I am truly grateful to be able to be here with all of you and share my appreciation of what Mama and Daddy did to help me arrive at my present adulthood, bumps, bruises, broken bones, mistakes and all.

            I have enjoyed our years together, I appreciate Mama’s devotion to us as her children and thank her for her dedication. The trips we have enjoyed together will be forever treasured in my memory and I especially thank her for allowing me to document her life with our Daddy in print. Her memories have brought great pleasure to my existence as well.

            I hope this small time of fellowship, a token of sharing with her friends and family, will prove her daughters’ appreciation for all her hard work, dedication, love and faithfulness and will show Mama just what she has meant to all of us over the years. We are grateful to God for allowing us to be here and for her continued health and happiness. We look forward to many more years of family love with her and only pray we can all live up to her expectations.

Our Daddy left our midst on January 17, 2009 but his memory and his strength remain with all of us. (As well as what he stated all four of us possessed… “Those young’uns sure have firm heads!”) Our Mama misses his twinkling eyes, his wit and his kindness daily.

One of his greatest pleasures in life was to share a meal with those he loved. He never wanted any of his family to go hungry and unfortunately, many of us here today provide the absolute proof that he did not fail …

Today we share a meal of fellowship in his memory and honor our Mama’s 85th birthday. We are grateful that each of you took time from your busy schedules to share with us. Daddy would be so honored to hold this special meal and celebration within the beautiful building he so lovingly helped to construct.

To Mama we wish a very Happy Birthday from her ‘cubs’ and we hope this remains a very special birthday indeed!

With that being said and with the sad knowledge that our Daddy can’t be here to say a blessing over the multitude of tables today, I will merely state what he ALWAYS said just after his blessing…”We are just SOOO proud to have you all here!”