Connie Porter Contributing Columnist
January 31, 2014
This was another sad week! We lost Nancy Brown Thomason, suddenly.
I know Roger kept telling me over and over, but it wouldn’t sink in. Until Nancy got sick, she was a caretaker, friend, stepsister, Nana, cook, and a storyteller. I could tell you something and you’d just look and say oh-well. Nancy could tell you the same thing in her way and you’d kill yourself laughing.
Nancy would take anybody in her house and mother you, no matter what your age was. She took me in about 30 years ago, when I had nowhere to go. She really didn’t know me very well at that time. She gave me a place to sleep at night, and shared her food with me. At that time she believed in making biscuits, fried potatoes, and pork and beans for Roger when he got off work on second shift. Later I remember when she’d cook Sunday dinner, she’d fix plates of food and take them to the workers at the Hot Spot. Roger said she also fed the men at the Sand Bar where he was working at one time.
After she moved behind me, she never was without caring for someone. She took in a young girl and through the years she helped raise her children, and she was Nana to all of them, and to this day, they are still part of her. She took in her children and their children, and loved every minute of caring from birth to adults. I think she would be lonely if there were not children around her.
She took over as my father’s caretaker when she knew he had only a few months to live. She told me that she knew I had to work and she wanted to do it. I think she loved him like a father he was always there for her and her family. I don’t think he really cared if I came around, because Nancy spoiled him while he was ill. I tried to take him to radiation treatments but he told me that Nancy could take him, so I just rode with them.
She would go to Summerville every time her mother (Doris) or brother (Nick) would need her to take care of them. Of course they both said they took care of her. But she packed up and went on a spur of the moment. She was proud of her children’s accomplishments, Michelle over nursing at Ellen Sager and Roger D. with the R.R. in Georgia, (because of his new promotion).
She had a lot of love in her and you could tell by all the people at the visitation that they felt it through the years. Even through the sadness, Michelle and Chuck had to share this story with her husband, Clint: When Michelle was a baby, for some reason, Nancy wanted to drive Chuck’s car, she hit the bridge, knocked her front teeth out, and Chuck couldn’t help her ‘cause he was trying to protect Michelle, who was standing up in the middle of the front seat, in those days we didn’t have car seats. Nancy and Chuck always told this story and got laughs, you can see now why my storytelling misses something. Well Clint did thank Chuck for saving Michelle, so he could marry her. Ahh, isn’t that sweet?
This is Wednesday, as I’m writing this, so let’s share the snow outside.
Chuck called to warn me of the driving conditions, because Wednesday’s usually my day to go pick up supplies in Spartanburg. Well, even if it melts, it will probably freeze on the roads tonight, and would be difficult driving home. So I was going over to the shop this morning, and how hard can that be when it’s just across the road.
Gina said that I needed to take the salt with me so I could make it up my ramp. Ramp nothing! I almost fell on the sidewalk at my house! I did a good recovery. And crossing the road, wow, I had to take baby steps and still thought I was going to fall. The ramp was just fine, because it was covered with snow, and that gives you traction.
Chuck said there were cars in ditches, off in the trees, three overturned. And wreckers sliding off the road just trying to pull cars out. All this I guess was on his way to and from work off Pump Station Road.
The town was going to hold a public meeting before our town council meeting, Tuesday night, but we were going to have speakers from Columbia, and other far away places, so we had to cancel until Thursday night. We’re trying to get a grant to replace the sewer lines from Mill Hill to S. 3rd.
It’s really a blessing to have Ailene as Mayor, because of her love for this town, she works hard to get this town what we need, even though we haven’t any income. She’s always working on grants.
I guess if people would help and donate to the town, we wouldn’t have to struggle as we do. We take out of our pockets to supply the small needs for the town hall.
It was so good to see Wayne Deal walk in my shop the other day, golly, it had been a long time. He’s been homebound for quite some time and is now trying to get out and rejoin the world. It would be nice to drop him a card or line at 1826 Jonesville-Lockhart Highway, Union.
Remember In Prayer
Let’s pray for Roger Thomason’s family (for the loss of Nancy) and Cindy Childer’s (for the loss of Mark), and Tyrone Wilson’s family, that they can get through these though times and remember the good and funny times with their loved ones.
Pray for a man man named Robert, here in Lockhart, who is going to have six surgeries in a row for jaw and tongue cancer. I don’t know his last name, but he doesn’t have family and Ray and Stephanie are trying to look out for him.
Poor Man’s Supper
Wesley Chapel’s next Poor Man’s Supper will be Feb. 5 at 5:30 p.m. They will be serving: Spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread, salad and tea, with desserts extra. Kellie Allen and Patti Turner will be singing. So you are all invited for the meal, fellowship, and singing.
Tammy McCollum’s on the 30th of January. Donnie Johnson’s on the 31st. Kathy Burgess on Feb. 3. Gabe Dabbs on Feb. 6. Monica Montgomery Shad on the 8th along with Elijah Comer. Stan Eaves on the 9th.
Happy Anniversary on the 29th of January to Ann and William Vinson.
Oh my gosh! Chuck finally broke down and bought himself a new recliner. The bottom fell out of his and he’d been sitting in his mother’s lift chair, that looked too little for him, by the time he laid it all the way back (how he likes to sit) his body was even with the arms.
So Saturday night I went over to see his new soft, beautiful chair, and while Bubba and I were watching TV, Chuck was laid back sleeping, until we’d stare at him and he’d swear those eyes weren’t shut.
What’s In A Name?
Late one night a burglar broke into a house.
He froze when he heard a loud voice say, “Jesus is watching!”
Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward. “Jesus is watching!” the voice boomed again.
The robber stopped dead in his tracks and frantically looked all around. He spotted a parrot in a cage.
“Was that you?” asked the burglar.
“Yes,” answered the parrot.
The criminal sighed in relief and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Clarence,” said the parrot.
“That’s a dumb name for a parrot,” sneered the burglar. “What idiot named you Clarence?”
“The same idiot who named the Rottweiler Jesus.”
Well it’s that time again to close, but since it’s 2 p.m. in the afternoon instead of 2 in the morning I can’t say good night. So call me anyway with your news. 1-864-545-6652.