This story comes from the whispers of a mother’s love….
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“How precious she is, big brown eyes, perfectly shaped round head, and though just a baby she had a smile that could stop a train”. Those were our words when we laid eyes on you. Your daddy said, “my, my, my Hattie she sho is something”, in return I said, “yes Papa Jones, she sho is”.
It was January 4. 1931. Silence filled the room. All we could do was hold you, our eyes never leaving yours, yours never leaving ours; those big brown eyes. I looked at your daddy while tears slowly rolled down his cheeks, it was then I knew you was the apple of his eye; you see, Papa Jones just knew I was going to bare him a son. Someone who could help manage the land we had, fix what needed to be fixed, and make things right for us when right was needed. He even picked out a name…Freddie. “Well”, I said, “looks like we got to pick another name for this precious little one. We can’t call her by the name you picked”.
Suddenly the room filled with coos and baby like sounds. I think I even heard a giggle. By now Papa Jones was full, his face like water squeezed from a towel. I grabbed his hand, holding tight. We prayed and thanked God for blessing us with the most precious gift we could imagine.
Time passed as the room grew silent. It was then I prayed and asked God to always be there to comfort, guide, and enrich your life as you did ours. You see I knew we would only have a few years to love you because God told me so and when he did, he let me have a glimpse into your life.
It was October 22, 1952, the day you married Herschel C. Ramsey. I admit I was a little worried by what I saw, he was a handful! But over the years as I watched over you it was you that brought out the best in him. Then came your babies. First Herschel F. Ramsey, who you called Ricky, followed by Patricia E. Ramsey, who you liked calling Patricia but often called her Pat, who later was joined in marriage to Gregory Ingram. And just like I would expect of you, you opened your heart and home to receive another daughter, Rhonda Wagner, and son, Curtis Tomlin, who God saw fit to place in the life you and Herschel shared.
I watched your family grow, nurtured by the love of your grandsons; Alex and Taylor, and Baby J who God called home to wait for your arrival. Your granddaughters Natalie and Erica. Your great grandchildren, Olivia, Emily, Myles and Zander, and the blessing of your great granddaughter Scarlett. But your nurturing heart didn’t stop there because your love went beyond and welcomed what I couldn’t imagine, you lovingly called them your “grand dogs” Tasha and Tiki…now that is some kinda special. I turned to God and said, “thank you for blessing my precious one”. To my surprise he said I had more to see and did I ever because what I saw was a Village of Children growing and growing with each passing year. I asked God ”what’s going on!?”. He said “your precious one is anointed with the love and grace fit for an Angel, who’s heart is as big as My Kingdom and welcomes all that finds comfort in her presence. She will have an abundance of friends and extended family, all of whom will make her life complete”. He said, “I will walk with her and with me you will walk, together guiding her every step of the way”.
It was then Papa Jones kissed me on my forehead and gently held you in his arms; your perfectly shaped round head in one hand and your right round little bottom in the other. You stared into his eyes while tears rolled down his face. Slowly he moved you towards his chest as though he was protecting you from any and everything that could harm you. The room filled with coos and baby like sounds, and yes, we did hear you giggle. Papa Jones laughed and said “God sho fooled me Hattie, he sho did. I just knew this baby was going to be a boy, but we got us a little girl instead and she sho is precious”. I said, “Papa Jones, what about her name?” but all he could say was “I sho got me some little girl cause she sho is special”. Quietly he leaned forward, kissed your forehead and said, “sleep my little Freddie Lucille, sleep; you sho is somethin’ special, yes you sho is somethin’ special cause God said so”.