This is my grandmother, Anne Carolyn Manning,
my granddaddy, James Howard Manning, my dad, Jimmy,
and his cousin, Buddy on Easter Sunday 1951.

She was born November 9, 1926 in either Campbellsburg or Louisville, Kentucky (the jury is still out on that information). She grew up on a farm there with her dad, Charles Singleton, her mother, Laura Montfort Singleton, and her sister Mildred. After high school, she worked at the local White Castle, where she soon found love. She met James at said White Castle. He had just come back from World War II. She married him in 1946 and they moved back to his hometown of Sayre, Alabama. Over the next 5 years they migrated to Graysville, Alabama, where James built them a house, with his own hands, and started a family. That's the kind of man he was, always wore overalls, always had sawdust in his hair. They had a little girl, but due to complications, she died shortly after birth. In 1950, they had my dad.
They were simple country folks, never had a lot of possessions or money, but they had all they needed. Anne made a lot of her own clothes, and James built most of their furniture. I've never seen my granddaddy in anything except a t-shirt, overalls, and boots, with a carpentry pencil in his overall pocket and a tape measure on his hip.
James had a huge family with a lot of neices and nephews, and a lot of those kids lived with Anne and James. They took them in, cared for them, and treated them like their own. They served in their church for many years, doing maintenence work, teaching bible classes, singing, and ministering to the members. They never turned anyone down that needed anything.
Anne never learned how to drive and never got a license. My grandmother was known in Graysville for many years as "the walking woman". Well into the 21st century, dear Anne walked everywhere she needed to go and a lot of the times, just for fun. She also loved drawing, writing stories, and birdwatching. However, this (see picture) is my favorite memory of her. Every summer, she would pull out this authentic (they had an outhouse and no electricity when they built the house), tin bathtub and fill it up with water. Seeing as how Anne was a very conservative, modest lady, instead of wearing a proper swim suit, she would take one of James' shirts, wrap me up in it, fasten it with a safety pin, and call it the years latest swimming fashion. As a 4 year old, I thought it was the coolest thing ever... and I still do :)





**Who is a descendent of the 37th King of Ulster, Ireland?
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2 Comments:

  1. Joseph said...
    Grannys are cool like that. They are a link to a past we will never know. While you still have time you should get to know those stories. I know she was not really there for some time before she died and for that I am really sorry. With this I can empathize. Love you.
    Kristi said...
    Aw! That was so sweet! :-) Love you too!

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