What can I say about my Aunt Olean that every body who knew her doesn’t already know? She was a kind soul and a true Christian woman. She loved to talk, as we all know. She loved her family above all else but never seemed to meet a stranger. She was only 8 years older than me, so we practically grew up together. Especially since our family was at my grandparents house as much as we were home it seems. Alyce and I would have sleepovers there all the time. Four (Olean, Jean, Alyce and myself) in a double size bed, can you imagine? Sometimes another cousin would join us. I wouldn’t take anything for my childhood days of which she was a big part of. After she and Richard moved to Savannah, I went with Alyce and Jim to visit. One was always welcome in their home, and we were no exception.
All the Christmases and Sunday dinners after church at Granny and Granddaddy’s house will never be forgotten.
The last time I saw Olean was too many years ago. I was home from California and they were in Alabama for a visit, we met at Lake Martin and caught up a bit on our lives. Although I didn’t get to see her often for many years, her passing has left a hole in my heart. I’m sure she is having a great union with her family members and friends that waiting for her.