Archive for May 2012
120315 Cousin Corene Smith lived 92 years in Henry County, Tennessee. Cousin Corene, who had given birth to 12 children, has died.
I didn’t even know Corene was a cousin until well after Joe Frankie, her husband’s nephew, had married my sister Peggy. Man, I’d be dumb as hell without my genealogy and another cousin’s husband, Jim Forsythe, to help me fill up the coal buckets with stories and histories and proof and this and that to show the world that we Moodys were not (for the most part, any, aliens.
(Paris Post-Intelligencer – Paris TN – March 16, 2012) — Retired Holley carburetor plant employee Corene Smith, 92, of Paris, died Thursday, March 15, 2012, at Henry County Medical Center.
Her funeral will be at 2pm Saturday at Ridgeway Funeral Home,
Steve Gallimore will officiate. Burial will follow in Hillcrest Memorial Park.
Chosen as pallbearers are Mike, Clint and Philip Smith, Danny Valentine, Ryan and Frank Planchart, Marty Thurman and Jeremy Hart.
Honorary pallbearers will be Stevie, David, Scottie, Stacy, Tony,, Rickie and Glen Smith.
Visitation will be 4-8pm today and after 11am on Saturday.
Born in Paris on September 29, 1919, she was a daughter of the late Harry T. and Carrie Jarman Hudson.
She was married on November 25, 1936 to James Loyd “D.L.” Smith, who died February 22, 1997.
Smith was a member of New Bethel Baptist Church. She was also employed at Salant & Salant shirt factory. She enjoyed sewing, quilting and being with her family.
She leaves two daughters: Sherron (Lester) and Sue Hopper, both of Paris, six sons: James L. Smith and special friend Mary Ann Grace, Dale (Brenda) Smith and Jeff (Kelly) Smith, all of Paris. Rex (Verla) Smith of Puryear, Jerry (Patricia) Smith, of Romeo, MI, and Jacky (Geralda) Smith of Shelbyville, KY;
One sister: Claudine Hudson of Paris, 29 grandchildren; 50 great-grandchildren and several great-great-grandchildren.
She was also preceded in death by two daughters: Phyllis Ann Planchart and Carolyn “Tee” Valentine; two sons: Ronnie and Terry Gene Smith; one sister; one sister Virginia Hastings; one brother Harold Hudson and three grandchildren.
120202 Lunchbunch wilflebobcee. Golden Corral. Dayton O. Intrepid quartet uncovers remarkable method of food production, thanks to Asaac Asimov.
I looked at the pictures; I looked at the blog; I looked here; I looked there; I touched greasy, slushy, smelly stuff in dark corners until – voila – I found the residue of our Lunch at the Golden Corral in Kettering OH. Although, as a rule we don’t go to chain restaurants, since I’ve been fairly severely limited in my movements, we go where they say we can play the rest of the day after lunch the game that brought us together.
1950-ca1953 Mansfield TN farm of Uncle Sam where I lived after Jacky and I left Dad’s doghouse in Whitlock
u FIrst time I went back after 40 years I was shocked. All the memories were nearly paralyzing. I woke up with polio in this house one day in November 1950. Also learned a little about farming, tending hogs, driving cattle, picking cotton and even watched a hog killing near the hog lot there on the left near the barnyard.
Uncle Sam died. He was living with Grandmother (his mother) in a little house trailer at his brother’s Uncle J’s farm down the road from where we all had failed to function as a family. Grandmother always said it was the war that did Uncle Sam in. Seemed like to me that Aunt Naomi did tried sometimes to make a go of it with there three bean salad every Sunday, but Aunt Naomi died. Way after I’d gone back to Grandmother’s to live. Now only Joel who was just a kid younger than me at the time, Linda, who was born in the same room where I contracted polio, and David who was born years later are still alive and kicking and thrashing their way through the sawgrass of life.
There’s enough material for at least one book here. Man, if I had the time and the drive, I’d push that boulder up the slope.
Last time I saw someone had turned the farm into a horse care facility.
May 24, 2012. Soul Food sold here! We so swear. Here and now. Hand on a bible. Hand on a spoon. Hell, I carry my spoon with me; theirs aren’t big enough!
Lunchbunch has been to a lot of eateries during the past ten years. Some awful food from some; some tasty vittles from others. Soul food. My grandmother who was very distantly related to that African woman 25,000 years ago, nonetheless could put on a cheap country meal with change spilling over from a dollars. Cora, who was less distantly related, had some of the best country food, probably even cheaper in Arkansas. Rmember that special food she’d cook for us every August that came down the pike? Bob never went to Helena because Bob didn’t wanna hear about that ole “blues” music. So he never ate any of Cora’s soul food. CB always went with us into Cora’s restaurant but never ate any soul food, although she did pick out a lot of excuses hidden about the cabbage leaves. I should back up and say everybody had a shredded pork bbq sandwich made by Hoss’s own hands, even those who stuck their noses up at what they thought was soul food. Something for everyone. Except me! I didn’t like the beer Cora sold and I didn’t care much for her chili; Anything else, I fight over quality definition.
But it’s 1012. Cora’s dead and I miss her. I’m dying and wonder whether I’ll still miss her and my other friends after the veil lifts/closes, as the case may be. But I’m hoping I’ll be a dust mote; that’s my ultimate aim, floating f
March 1947. Newspaper article watered down version of our mom’s death by drunken driver near Puryear
It occurs to me as I face my own demise that I never learned how softly they slapped Sam Garrett’s wrist after he rammed his car into the rear of our pickup, killing Mom in March 1947. Ronald sent me a story from the Paris Post-intellegencer, a very poor piece, if you ask me. I’ve also asked all who might know the final disposition of the case. Henry County ought be ashamed for the waited they treated poor people in those days. No horsewhips allowed, they whined. Mummies be damned!