Wife of William Stephen Cherry m. 04 May 1902
Mother of William Carroll, Maida Iola, & Elbert Stephen Cherry
My Precious Little Grandma (My Mama)
Mama took care of a vegetable garden near the house that had everything you would need to feed the family.
She milked the cows, gathered the chicken eggs and canned the veggies. All this time raising three children. Without a doubt, Mama made the best chicken and dumplings, biscuits and pies in the world.
Mama sewed, from flour sacks, men`s shirts, dresses, bonnets and aprons. She also crocheted and quilted.
She loved her church. In the summer there were singing conventions and picnics on the church ground. Those were the 'good old days' and the food was good enough 'to die for'.
My Mama cooked on a wood stove. I was always in the kitchen, begging. When she made corn bread, just before it went into the oven she would drop teaspoons full of the mixture on top of the hot stove. It only took seconds to cook but it felt like hours. This was my treat, and her way to shut me up.
In winter Mama and I slept in the living room on a feather bed. Why the living room--because that`s where the fireplace was. I`ll never forget how soft that bed was. A little kid could almost get lost in it. When summer came we slept out on the breezeway to stay cool.
Wife of William Stephen Cherry m. 04 May 1902
Mother of William Carroll, Maida Iola, & Elbert Stephen Cherry
My Precious Little Grandma (My Mama)
Mama took care of a vegetable garden near the house that had everything you would need to feed the family.
She milked the cows, gathered the chicken eggs and canned the veggies. All this time raising three children. Without a doubt, Mama made the best chicken and dumplings, biscuits and pies in the world.
Mama sewed, from flour sacks, men`s shirts, dresses, bonnets and aprons. She also crocheted and quilted.
She loved her church. In the summer there were singing conventions and picnics on the church ground. Those were the 'good old days' and the food was good enough 'to die for'.
My Mama cooked on a wood stove. I was always in the kitchen, begging. When she made corn bread, just before it went into the oven she would drop teaspoons full of the mixture on top of the hot stove. It only took seconds to cook but it felt like hours. This was my treat, and her way to shut me up.
In winter Mama and I slept in the living room on a feather bed. Why the living room--because that`s where the fireplace was. I`ll never forget how soft that bed was. A little kid could almost get lost in it. When summer came we slept out on the breezeway to stay cool.