Mother’s Day

Since 1957, we have traveled to Rainsville on Sand Mountain every Mother’s Day
First to Papa Newman’s where we gathered and caravanned to the cemetery, where Mama Newman had been laid to rest in March. We would then returned to the house for dinner on the ground.  All my Aunts would cook a dish and the food was something to look forward to.
We changed from gathering at the house and gathered at the cemetery, returning to the house.
The house eventually would become Uncle Clarence’s., Papa still lived there with them.
We grew as my cousins began their own families.  Then we lost an Aunt and Papa the same year
After several years, Aunt Louise took over and we began to have dinner at her home in Henagar.
I’ve missed a few but not many.  Most in the last few years.

This year is different. We are all getting older and we have lost some cousins.  Aunt Louise and Uncle Loyd are the last.I sincerely hope we can gather later this year. It seems urgent to me not to miss this one.

This year 2020 we have been hit by a pandemic, COVID-19, which puts most of us at risk. We cannot gather and I fear that 2021 will not be the same.