|Birth: ||Oct. 7, 1895|
South Carolina, USA
|Death: ||Mar. 17, 1967|
North Carolina, USA
After Grandma died, things obviously weren't the same ever again. I hadn't realized at the time that she was the backbone of a large clan and the mutual success of family gatherings, along with grandpa. I don't recall any Easter egg hunts after her death, nor do I recall any more Thanksgivings where the children were required to sit at the "little table" in the living room. The "little table" was really grandma's coffee table that normally was reserved for looks only. Most kids don't like the idea of sitting at the children's table, but I viewed it as a treat, because once or twice a year I was privileged to eat in the usually off-limits "formal" area of her house. We even had our own basket of rolls put right in the center that added a personal touch that only kids can appreciate. Only once do I remember the table being set up in the laundry/mud room, but for reason's I do not recall. Grandpa would always cut the Turkey as the man of the house, a tradition that probably came from ancient times when men killed and brought home the days meat. The older men in the family, Uncles by blood and by marriage would take the younger boys aside and get to know what their plans for the future were. Once they lined the teenage boys up and tried to give them a lesson in standing at attention. Being teenagers and not taking the situation seriously the boys couldn't contain their snickers and smiles. I believe it was Carl that sternly told the boys to "wipe that smile off your face." Chuck, & Steve quickly obliged him, but it was all David could do to hide his pearly whites. And the more he tried, the worse he got. To Carl's seemingly dismay he finally gave up. The girls, particularly Peggy's, would always give us a recital of sorts, showing off their latest dance steps they had learned in Dance class. Those girls were so beautiful to me. Kinda holsum looking with good skin and nice teeth. and talented too. I just knew that one day they would marry successful and handsome men and be happy ever after. Those kinda girls always did, or so I thought. Aunt Peggy was the dessert maker of the family. She would make pies and cakes right from scratch and they looked store bought, but definitely had the taste of Homemade. There was a space on the kitchen counter that held the spread of pecan, pumpkin and sweet potato pies, along with a variety of cakes and other sweets that all the Aunts made for this great family meal. It was always a joyous time for me to see my cousins, most of whom were older than I. Each and every person would spend a little time with the younger children even if it was just to give a heartfelt hug or two. Leonard was always cutting up and making us all laugh. I don't think I've ever seen him without at least a quirk of a grin on his face. His mother Martha was the epitome of dignity and pride, and always so well groomed and sure of herself. Aunt Peggy had a beauty that few women possess and a personality that only added to her looks. I bet there isn't a child in this family that she didn't at one time or another call "peanut tail." Evelyn was the prettiest to me. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, just a touch of lipstick and maybe some mascara occasionally. Her looks were to fade rapidly in the coming years, but I prefer to remember her as a young and beautiful woman. Everytime I watch Ethel Mertz in I love Lucy episodes, I am reminded of her. She was so tenderhearted and that is evident in the fact that she took me into her home and raised me as her own daughter. I miss her to this day.
I was only 8 years old when Grandma died, but she made an impression in my life. I never saw her wasting time on something trivial. When she rested it was while reading a book, usually the bible or the Sunday school lesson from the previous Sunday. Each season brought it's own harvest that she would can, jell or pickle. Working hard at using antiquated (by today's standards) utensils, sterilizing each jar and lid. She would even prepare my lunch for me if for some reason mama couldn't be home when I was to walk home from school at lunch. Once she made me a hotdog for lunch, and for some reason I thought that was unusual for her. I didn't even know she knew what a hotdog was, let alone know how to make one. It seem like such a "modern" food choice, and for all I knew, Grandma either, killed, peeled, picked, shelled, or shucked all her food. To me, she became "Totally Modern Etta" after that.
There were Snapdragons growing on each side of the front porch along with Dahlias and Zinnias. Plentiful and pickable, I could never resist taking just a few for myself. If she minded at all, I didn't know. I wonder now if she planted those flowers or if someone else did, since I don't recall seeing her out of doors that often. If she was outside, it was to hang clothes on the line in the back yard just a few feet away from a ditch that ran parallel with the house. It was a homemade clothes line that was strung from a tree at least on one side. It had a lot of slack in the line that allowed the user to reach it comfortably, but it had a very long 2x2 with 2 nails in the end used to prop up the line after the clothes were hung. This prevented the clothes from dragging the ground or from children running irresistibly up to a wall of clean white sheets. She did venture out to the hen house to gather eggs and an unsuspecting chicken to sacrifice for dinner. For the most part, Grandma's domain was inside the house while Grandpa's was the outside, as well as his "Glory Hole" just under the kitchen. If she needed him for something she would stomp her feet on the kitchen floor. Those black shoes with their laces all tight and tied. If he was down there and heard the stomping, I imagine him adjusting his hearing aid in an attempt to either make sure that what he was hearing was indeed her foot action calling him inside, or perhaps adjusting it so as not to hear it at all, thus continuing with his job at hand. Eventually the kitchen window would open with a fling, and you would hear "Shaaaap?" and his solitude would yield to his wife of 50 years, his steps quiet as he walked up the side of the house to the side door to see what she needed.
John Ander Small (1856 - 1935)
Martha Frances Hammond Small (1861 - 1922)
Shepherd Hinson Morgan (1890 - 1971)*
Carl Andrew Morgan (1914 - 1993)*
Hobart Stanley Morgan (1916 - 1973)*
Evelyn Athelea Morgan King (1918 - 1985)*
Maurice Wilton "Pete" Morgan (1921 - 1984)*
Martha Mildred Morgan Bruffey (1921 - 2007)*
Gale Freeman Morgan (1922 - 1989)*
Shepard Alan Morgan (1929 - 2003)*
Rocky Mount Memorial Park
North Carolina, USA
Created by: Elizabeth Reed
Record added: Dec 05, 2004
Find A Grave Memorial# 10043033