When I was a little girl, these wonderful men where very much apart of my life. They were funny and fun and left me with a life time of wonderful memories. Grandpa Dotson was Great Grandpa Miller's son-in-law...they were really good friends.
Grandpa Dotson was my constant friend, he was so understanding. He knew how to make life better in the face of some hard things for me. When he passed, it left a Hugh hole in me...my forever love, Grandpa. Great Grandpa Miller was so English, he has the pipe in his hands that was almost always there. He talked very soft, and loved to buy me a RC cola and a candy bar....that was a big deal to us kids. We didn't get these kind of treats very often. I could make that cola and candy bar last all day. He would tell me often how much I looked like Great Grandma (Vinnie Pennington Davis Miller), she had red hair and brown eyes. And she died very young leaving 4 boys and 4 girls. So I knew he missed her. I love her name! She was Irish Catholic.
I often wish that I had asked more questions of these dear men, I know they had so many interesting stories.
Friday, March 9, 2012
left to right: My Mother ( Marcella Alice Dotson Stinnett), Mary Ellen Stinnett, John William Miller (my great Grandfather) and Ethel Alice Miller Dotson Smith) my grandmother. I am two years old in this picture. I do not know where this was taken. I have always loved this picture.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
While looking through miles of documents and photos, you find yourself a little like Alice in Wonderland. You have fell in the hole. Looking for family, sometimes you find someone, and often you don't. With a cup of Red Tea the search is on...and you do wish there was a little white Rabbit helping you along.