Grandmother of JEFFREY R. HARRINGTON Memorial ID: 38474467 b 18 June 1967
Fayetteville, NC d 15 Aug 1994 Greenlawn Memorial Park ; Wilmington, New Hanover, NC
Visiting overnight at her house "Ma Turner" woke up laughing and shared a poem she dreamed. " I'm big and fat cause I do a lot of cookin; But I'm awful jolly and mighty good lookin" She was all that and so much more, a beautiful loving mother.
Excerpt from her hand writtten story of her life:
“I was born Nov 29, 1912. My parents were, Annie Palmer Brown and my father was James Walter Brown. We lived in Lee County near Mooreville Miss.” I was one of nine children, fourth in line, four girls and five boys. [It is believed that another son died 9yrs before Verna was born. He was listed on the 1900 census 7 yrs of age and never found in any other record. The mother reported she had born 4 children 3 living - though 4 children were listed indicating the possibility of him being alive during the year but having died prior to the census month]]
“My father was a share cropper farmer and we did quite a lot of moving, always trying to find a better place where we could make better crops. We lived through some pretty rough times money wise, but we had love and that meant so very much. We never went hungry for we raised most of our food. We canned and dried fruits and vegetables. We raised sorghum and made our molasses. We also grew Broom corn and made our brooms. Our mops were a thick short board with holes bored in it and corn shucks pulled through the holes and a long handle in it. We had our chickens and eggs, our cows for milk and butter and raised our hogs for meat and lard. So you see we had plenty of food, and yes we ground our own corn for cornmeal.
We never knew anything but farming while we were growing up. Every one helped for there’s lots of jobs on a farm. Back then there wasn’t any modern farm machinery, all the plowing was pulled by a mule, and we hoed from fifty to seventy-five acres row by row. We also picked all the cotton by hand. We had six to eight foot sacks strapped on our shoulders to put it in. I know this sounds terrible and it sure was hard work, but every body did it. It was just a way of life, and we enjoyed it. We was much happier then I believe the most of the people are today for we all worked together, from early spring till late fall.”
Verna wrote about living through wars and depressions and having four brothers serve in World War II, thanking the Lord for their safe return, traveling in a wagon and loving it saying if she was still able she would love to cross country on a wagon train. She talked about attending a one-room school house with one teacher for the entire school and how you could teach school if you finished 8th grade. [Research shows that finishing 8th grade was more then the equivalent of a high school graduation today]. Little lamps hung on the walls to provide light as here was no electricity; parents cut and hauled in wood for heaters; water was from a dug well where water was pulled up in a bucket; there were huge outside toilets a good distance away from the school; they walked to school in the cold and in bad weather.
She told about remembering the first time she saw a car, her first taste of peanut butter when a teacher gave her friend a cracker with peanut butter on it and her friend sharing it with her saving a bite for her mother. What toys they had were hand made and they would use rolled up rags for balls. They still had time to visit and get to know their neighbors Most of all she shared through it all that they didn’t see their life as being deprived but as being full of love and laughter.
Fayetteville, NC d 15 Aug 1994 Greenlawn Memorial Park ; Wilmington, New Hanover, NC
Visiting overnight at her house "Ma Turner" woke up laughing and shared a poem she dreamed. " I'm big and fat cause I do a lot of cookin; But I'm awful jolly and mighty good lookin" She was all that and so much more, a beautiful loving mother.
Excerpt from her hand writtten story of her life:
“I was born Nov 29, 1912. My parents were, Annie Palmer Brown and my father was James Walter Brown. We lived in Lee County near Mooreville Miss.” I was one of nine children, fourth in line, four girls and five boys. [It is believed that another son died 9yrs before Verna was born. He was listed on the 1900 census 7 yrs of age and never found in any other record. The mother reported she had born 4 children 3 living - though 4 children were listed indicating the possibility of him being alive during the year but having died prior to the census month]]
“My father was a share cropper farmer and we did quite a lot of moving, always trying to find a better place where we could make better crops. We lived through some pretty rough times money wise, but we had love and that meant so very much. We never went hungry for we raised most of our food. We canned and dried fruits and vegetables. We raised sorghum and made our molasses. We also grew Broom corn and made our brooms. Our mops were a thick short board with holes bored in it and corn shucks pulled through the holes and a long handle in it. We had our chickens and eggs, our cows for milk and butter and raised our hogs for meat and lard. So you see we had plenty of food, and yes we ground our own corn for cornmeal.
We never knew anything but farming while we were growing up. Every one helped for there’s lots of jobs on a farm. Back then there wasn’t any modern farm machinery, all the plowing was pulled by a mule, and we hoed from fifty to seventy-five acres row by row. We also picked all the cotton by hand. We had six to eight foot sacks strapped on our shoulders to put it in. I know this sounds terrible and it sure was hard work, but every body did it. It was just a way of life, and we enjoyed it. We was much happier then I believe the most of the people are today for we all worked together, from early spring till late fall.”
Verna wrote about living through wars and depressions and having four brothers serve in World War II, thanking the Lord for their safe return, traveling in a wagon and loving it saying if she was still able she would love to cross country on a wagon train. She talked about attending a one-room school house with one teacher for the entire school and how you could teach school if you finished 8th grade. [Research shows that finishing 8th grade was more then the equivalent of a high school graduation today]. Little lamps hung on the walls to provide light as here was no electricity; parents cut and hauled in wood for heaters; water was from a dug well where water was pulled up in a bucket; there were huge outside toilets a good distance away from the school; they walked to school in the cold and in bad weather.
She told about remembering the first time she saw a car, her first taste of peanut butter when a teacher gave her friend a cracker with peanut butter on it and her friend sharing it with her saving a bite for her mother. What toys they had were hand made and they would use rolled up rags for balls. They still had time to visit and get to know their neighbors Most of all she shared through it all that they didn’t see their life as being deprived but as being full of love and laughter.
Grandmother of JEFFREY R. HARRINGTON Memorial ID: 38474467 b 18 June 1967
Fayetteville, NC d 15 Aug 1994 Greenlawn Memorial Park ; Wilmington, New Hanover, NC
Visiting overnight at her house "Ma Turner" woke up laughing and shared a poem she dreamed. " I'm big and fat cause I do a lot of cookin; But I'm awful jolly and mighty good lookin" She was all that and so much more, a beautiful loving mother.
Excerpt from her hand writtten story of her life:
“I was born Nov 29, 1912. My parents were, Annie Palmer Brown and my father was James Walter Brown. We lived in Lee County near Mooreville Miss.” I was one of nine children, fourth in line, four girls and five boys. [It is believed that another son died 9yrs before Verna was born. He was listed on the 1900 census 7 yrs of age and never found in any other record. The mother reported she had born 4 children 3 living - though 4 children were listed indicating the possibility of him being alive during the year but having died prior to the census month]]
“My father was a share cropper farmer and we did quite a lot of moving, always trying to find a better place where we could make better crops. We lived through some pretty rough times money wise, but we had love and that meant so very much. We never went hungry for we raised most of our food. We canned and dried fruits and vegetables. We raised sorghum and made our molasses. We also grew Broom corn and made our brooms. Our mops were a thick short board with holes bored in it and corn shucks pulled through the holes and a long handle in it. We had our chickens and eggs, our cows for milk and butter and raised our hogs for meat and lard. So you see we had plenty of food, and yes we ground our own corn for cornmeal.
We never knew anything but farming while we were growing up. Every one helped for there’s lots of jobs on a farm. Back then there wasn’t any modern farm machinery, all the plowing was pulled by a mule, and we hoed from fifty to seventy-five acres row by row. We also picked all the cotton by hand. We had six to eight foot sacks strapped on our shoulders to put it in. I know this sounds terrible and it sure was hard work, but every body did it. It was just a way of life, and we enjoyed it. We was much happier then I believe the most of the people are today for we all worked together, from early spring till late fall.”
Verna wrote about living through wars and depressions and having four brothers serve in World War II, thanking the Lord for their safe return, traveling in a wagon and loving it saying if she was still able she would love to cross country on a wagon train. She talked about attending a one-room school house with one teacher for the entire school and how you could teach school if you finished 8th grade. [Research shows that finishing 8th grade was more then the equivalent of a high school graduation today]. Little lamps hung on the walls to provide light as here was no electricity; parents cut and hauled in wood for heaters; water was from a dug well where water was pulled up in a bucket; there were huge outside toilets a good distance away from the school; they walked to school in the cold and in bad weather.
She told about remembering the first time she saw a car, her first taste of peanut butter when a teacher gave her friend a cracker with peanut butter on it and her friend sharing it with her saving a bite for her mother. What toys they had were hand made and they would use rolled up rags for balls. They still had time to visit and get to know their neighbors Most of all she shared through it all that they didn’t see their life as being deprived but as being full of love and laughter.
Fayetteville, NC d 15 Aug 1994 Greenlawn Memorial Park ; Wilmington, New Hanover, NC
Visiting overnight at her house "Ma Turner" woke up laughing and shared a poem she dreamed. " I'm big and fat cause I do a lot of cookin; But I'm awful jolly and mighty good lookin" She was all that and so much more, a beautiful loving mother.
Excerpt from her hand writtten story of her life:
“I was born Nov 29, 1912. My parents were, Annie Palmer Brown and my father was James Walter Brown. We lived in Lee County near Mooreville Miss.” I was one of nine children, fourth in line, four girls and five boys. [It is believed that another son died 9yrs before Verna was born. He was listed on the 1900 census 7 yrs of age and never found in any other record. The mother reported she had born 4 children 3 living - though 4 children were listed indicating the possibility of him being alive during the year but having died prior to the census month]]
“My father was a share cropper farmer and we did quite a lot of moving, always trying to find a better place where we could make better crops. We lived through some pretty rough times money wise, but we had love and that meant so very much. We never went hungry for we raised most of our food. We canned and dried fruits and vegetables. We raised sorghum and made our molasses. We also grew Broom corn and made our brooms. Our mops were a thick short board with holes bored in it and corn shucks pulled through the holes and a long handle in it. We had our chickens and eggs, our cows for milk and butter and raised our hogs for meat and lard. So you see we had plenty of food, and yes we ground our own corn for cornmeal.
We never knew anything but farming while we were growing up. Every one helped for there’s lots of jobs on a farm. Back then there wasn’t any modern farm machinery, all the plowing was pulled by a mule, and we hoed from fifty to seventy-five acres row by row. We also picked all the cotton by hand. We had six to eight foot sacks strapped on our shoulders to put it in. I know this sounds terrible and it sure was hard work, but every body did it. It was just a way of life, and we enjoyed it. We was much happier then I believe the most of the people are today for we all worked together, from early spring till late fall.”
Verna wrote about living through wars and depressions and having four brothers serve in World War II, thanking the Lord for their safe return, traveling in a wagon and loving it saying if she was still able she would love to cross country on a wagon train. She talked about attending a one-room school house with one teacher for the entire school and how you could teach school if you finished 8th grade. [Research shows that finishing 8th grade was more then the equivalent of a high school graduation today]. Little lamps hung on the walls to provide light as here was no electricity; parents cut and hauled in wood for heaters; water was from a dug well where water was pulled up in a bucket; there were huge outside toilets a good distance away from the school; they walked to school in the cold and in bad weather.
She told about remembering the first time she saw a car, her first taste of peanut butter when a teacher gave her friend a cracker with peanut butter on it and her friend sharing it with her saving a bite for her mother. What toys they had were hand made and they would use rolled up rags for balls. They still had time to visit and get to know their neighbors Most of all she shared through it all that they didn’t see their life as being deprived but as being full of love and laughter.
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