 TO Windows of My Soul
Stories and Poems by Pamela
Hardy and Martha Crews
Hardy H. Crews was born on 4 Oct 1878 in Brantley, Co., GA. He
died on 26 Oct 1953 in Waycross, GA. He is buried in Sardis
Cemetery, Folkston, Georgia.
Martha Mizell Thomas was born on 8 Oct 1882 in Pierce Co., GA.
She died on 1 May 1974 in St. Mary's, Ga.. She is buried in
Sardis Cemetery, Folkston, GA.
Hardy married Martha on 9 Feb 1898. They eventually had
fifteen children of whom thirteen lived to adulthood.
I never knew grandpa Hardy. He died several years before I was
born. Everybody says he was a man who truly loved his family,
and that he loved his grandchildren in particular. I've heard
some wonderful stories about him, such as: he loved to talk
politics and he was the tax receiver for Charlton County for
forty years. He used to have his children and grandchildren
help him with the workload at tax time. Grandpa Hardy was so
popular and well liked by his peers in Charlton County that many
times no one would even bother to run against him.
Grandma Martha, on the other hand, I knew well. She even lived
with us when she got too old to live by herself. My granny,
Susie Reagin of St. Mary's, Georgia, (Hardy & Martha's youngest
daughter) raised me and we paid regular visits to Grandma
Martha. I used to love going to grandma Martha's house.
We would pull into the yard and out would come Grandma Martha
and Aunt Goldie, another of Grandma Martha's daughters, to greet
us. We would hug and say Hello and go inside together. In
Grandma Martha's living room there was a small sofa on one wall
and an assortment of rocking chairs around the rest of the room.
There was a cardboard box behind one of the chairs. This box
held an assortment of little bottles as well as a top. That
was the toy box at Grandma Martha's house. I used to love to
play with that top and watch it spin across the floor. The
bottles were all odd shaped little medicine bottles that were
very interesting.
Grandma Martha had some lovely pictures hanging on her walls,
pictures of children and animals. There were always several
school pictures tucked into the frames of these pictures, of her
grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The little pictures I
enjoyed most were of two little girls who were twins. I don't
know who these distant cousins were but they were pretty little
girls and I was intrigued that they looked so much alike.
Off the living room, to the right, was Grandma Martha's bedroom.
There were two or three beds in there. She had a little
table next to her bed with a Lazy Susan on it. This is where
she kept her medicines and salves. There was a wardrobe just
inside the bedroom door to the left and a potty chair, for
nighttime use, to the right. Over Grandma's bed there was a
string tied to the light bulb in the center of the room. The
string was then tied to Grandma Martha's bed so that she could
turn on the light in the night.
I got to sleep with Grandma Martha once when I went there. My
cousin, Agnes Crews (now Duke), told me that she always slept
with Grandma when she went to visit. Because of this, Agnes
grew up under the impression that she was Grandma Martha's
favorite but I know that isn't true because I was Grandma's
favorite.
I don't remember grandma Martha ever buying me anything at all
but I grew up KNOWING that I was her favorite! I would be a
grown woman, nearing forty, before I discovered that many of her
grandchildren and great grandchildren were equally sure they
were her favorite.
What a gifted grandma she was, to have had that effect on so
many of us. Like Cousin Kay, she always
thought she was Grandma's favorite because Grandma made her feel
special, and because Grandma used to comb Kay's hair with
her fingers. But Grandma Martha used to comb my hair with her
fingers too, and when she did she would tell me stories about
the family. I especially enjoyed the stories about my Granny
Susie as a little girl.
Because I so easily stumbled across several of us who thought we
were Grandma Martha's favorites, I suspect there were probably
many, many others who grew up with the same conviction. What a
wonderful and successful grandmother she was to have that
ability to make us all feel so special. I expect when we all
get to heaven and ask her about it, she'll smile sweetly and
tell us we were all right, every one of us was her favorite!
That was just Grandma Martha's way, she made us all feel
special.
I don't remember ever eating a meal at Grandma Martha's house
but I know we must have because we spent the night and we
certainly didn't go out to eat. Her kitchen was small and I
don't remember much about it except there was some sort of
freestanding cupboard in the corner. It seems like this
cupboard was made of some metal, painted white. On top of this
was always a box of ginger snap cookies.
Sometimes she would
get down that box and we'd eat a cookie together. To this day,
I still think of Grandma when I eat a Ginger Snap cookie.
Grandma Martha had lots of flowers and other plants in her yard
and sometimes she'd take me outside with her, to care for them.
We would clip the dead blooms off and she'd explain to me that
this would cause the plant to bloom longer. Then she would
point out the bush with the little orange berries and tell me
very firmly that these berries were good for the birds to eat
but they were poison for people to eat. Then we'd move on to
other things. Grandma Martha used every thing in life as a
teaching moment but you never felt like you were being taught,
but rather that she was showing you special attention.
There were little purple flowers along her front walk, called
Verbena I believe. I used to love to get down on the ground
and examine these little flowers. The end of the petals had
little jagged edges and I liked to study them.
Beside Grandma Martha's storage shed, there was a little patch
of the softest, greenest moss that I've ever seen. I loved to
run my fingers over it. I used to imagine that moss was God's
own green carpet.
She had wash tubs situated on a table or some sort of stand, to
catch the rain that ran off her tin roof. This water was used
for washing, I believe. Grandma Martha came from a time when
you used everything the good Lord saw fit to give you and you
didn't waste anything. Thus the old saying "waste not, want
not".
Before we went to bed, we'd sit on the screened back porch and
wash our feet in small wash pans. Nobody slept in Grandma
Martha's beds without washing their feet first. Then we'd
linger on the porch a while and watch the trains go by out back.
Sometimes those trains were carrying a lot of new cars on them
and it was fun to watch them go by. And sometimes, if the
stars were properly aligned, and the moon was bright, Grandma
Martha would go to the storage shed and get out a few of Aunt
Goldie's treasured dolls and if everything were really right
that night, I'd get to hold one of them for a few moments. So
you see, I really was her favorite!
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