Granny
By Dennis Stanley
On September 27, 1884 Martha Lucas was born on a little farm not far from Lucoma. She grew up there with her only sister. Later her family moved into a little community not far from Four Oaks. She soon fell in love with Charlie Stanley, a tall red-headed man who was also sporting a red mustache. He was now a widower who had been left with three small boys to care for. The oldest of the three was about six years old. This one later turned out to be my father. He still thinks that Granny has been about as good to him and has helped him as much as any one on earth. She cared for him and his two younger brothers as if they had been her own children and she still has the same love for them. She proved to be an excellent cook and could always find the time to entertain the boys. My father still tells of the many Sunday afternoons he spent playing with her and his brothers on a hill called "Dumplin Hill" in the woods not far from thier home. She still can have more fun with little children than anyone I know.
She is 65 years old now and as spry and jolly as if she were only 16. In spite of her old age she looks the same way she did the frst time I saw her. She is about five feet tall and on stout figure. Her real beauty, which I have always admired is her snowy white hair. It is the prettiest shade of gray I have ever seen.
She now lives with her daughter in the town of Four Oaks. Though she calls that her home, she always enjoys traveling from one of her childrens home to another. I always look forward to the time when she comes to stay with us. She is the type of person who can put light in any home. I only hope that I may be like her when I grow old.
Dennis Stanley
Dennis wrote this about 1950. I didn't get a copy of this until after he died.
David C. Stanley
September 20,2009.
Granny
By Dennis Stanley
On September 27, 1884 Martha Lucas was born on a little farm not far from Lucoma. She grew up there with her only sister. Later her family moved into a little community not far from Four Oaks. She soon fell in love with Charlie Stanley, a tall red-headed man who was also sporting a red mustache. He was now a widower who had been left with three small boys to care for. The oldest of the three was about six years old. This one later turned out to be my father. He still thinks that Granny has been about as good to him and has helped him as much as any one on earth. She cared for him and his two younger brothers as if they had been her own children and she still has the same love for them. She proved to be an excellent cook and could always find the time to entertain the boys. My father still tells of the many Sunday afternoons he spent playing with her and his brothers on a hill called "Dumplin Hill" in the woods not far from thier home. She still can have more fun with little children than anyone I know.
She is 65 years old now and as spry and jolly as if she were only 16. In spite of her old age she looks the same way she did the frst time I saw her. She is about five feet tall and on stout figure. Her real beauty, which I have always admired is her snowy white hair. It is the prettiest shade of gray I have ever seen.
She now lives with her daughter in the town of Four Oaks. Though she calls that her home, she always enjoys traveling from one of her childrens home to another. I always look forward to the time when she comes to stay with us. She is the type of person who can put light in any home. I only hope that I may be like her when I grow old.
Dennis Stanley
Dennis wrote this about 1950. I didn't get a copy of this until after he died.
David C. Stanley
September 20,2009.
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