What’s For Supper?

NOTE: My niece, Pam Stith, wrote this post:

Aunt Jane and her husband, Uncle John, and their daughters, Alice and Carolyn, had a happy home and a well ordered life. But that doesn’t mean that everything went according to plan every day.

Jane, Carolyn, John and Alice Greer in 1964.
Jane, Carolyn, John and Alice Greer in 1964.

Uncle John worked for Gadsden [AL] Hardware and had regular office hours, 8 to 5. He came straight home after work, arriving at 5:15. Every day, 5:15, exactly. Aunt Jane usually had supper ready to put on the table for him and the girls when he got home.

But some days didn’t go as planned. Sometimes a sewing project took longer than expected because the sewing machine fouled up. Sometimes she had an idea for a dress that combined a collar from one pattern, the sleeves from another and the skirt she couldn’t find in her patterns so she had to create her own. The process of thinking through how to create the dress she had in her mind, or one that someone had asked her to make, was one of her favorite things to do. Sometimes she lost track of time.

But time didn’t stop.

5:05 — Time to stop sewing and clean the table.

5:07 – Really must stop sewing and start supper.

5:12 – Out of time! Get in the kitchen and get busy. Get out the iron frying pan, turn on the burner, splash in a little bit of oil.

5:13 – Find an onion and start chopping.

5:14 – Throw the onion in the oil to sauté.

5:15 – The front door opens: “Hey, Babe. Something smells good!”

It’ll be good, too. Just sit down in your chair and rest. It’ll be ready shortly.”

5:16 – Decide what to cook for supper.

Hannah's veil
Hannah’s veil

Postscript: Jane’s husband, John Morris Greer, died almost 35 years ago, on Nov. 28, 1984, when he was 63.
Sister Jane, who is 91 years old, still sews three to four hours a day for the public, resting, she told me,  whenever she feels the need.

Hannah Stith Pennington
Hannah Stith Pennington

Here is a sample of Jane’s  work, the wedding veil she made for our great niece, Hannah Rachel Stith, worn at her marriage to Caleb Brett Pennington on Oct. 28, 2017, in Canaan Baptist Church, Bessemer, AL.

Jane was younger then, only 89.

 

Coming Monday: Popeye The Sailor Man

The Best Answer

One of my nieces, Pam Stith, told me this story.  Here goes:

I was in second grade when my Daddy [John F. Stith Jr.] decided to go back to college, to the University of Alabama, to finish his degree. We moved to Tuscaloosa into a small apartment in student housing. My little brother, Paul, was about two and was put to bed earlier than his big brother and sister. Some nights he had trouble going to sleep. He would call out from the back bedroom, “Daddy, I can’t go to sleep.”

Daddy would say, “Just close your eyes.”

In a minute Paul would say, “I can’t, I can’t close my eyes.”

John F. Stith Jr.
John F. Stith Jr.

Daddy would get up from his big red leather chair and walk back to the bedroom. He would lean over the side of the bed and tuck the blankets. Paul would close his eyes and Daddy would reach down and very gently touch Paul’s eyelids. Then Daddy would whisper.

“Your mama loves you. Your daddy loves you. Your brother loves you.  Your sister loves you. Your Grandmama loves you.”

And the listing would continue. If Daddy skipped anybody, Paul would ask, “What about Aunt Jane?”

“Your Aunt Jane loves you,” Daddy would say.  “Your Uncle John loves you.  Your cousin Alice loves you.”

When Daddy finished all the family, he would move on to the neighbors.  And every night he would finish with, “But Jesus loves you most of all.”

The university had converted an old hospital into student housing and the layout of the rooms was odd. The shower was made of tin and faced a back wall of the bathroom. One day when Daddy was taking a shower, he heard the bathroom door open and close. He knew someone had come in, but no one said anything, so he called out, “Who’s there?” No response. Louder, he said, “Who’s there?” No response. A third time he called out – this time sternly, “Who’s there?”

Paul Harrison Stith
Paul Harrison Stith

Paul was standing in the bathroom and had not uttered a sound. He thought he was in trouble, but he didn’t know why. He knew he needed an answer for his Daddy and a good one. Then he thought of it!

“It’s the boy that Jesus loves!”

Postscript: Paul Harrison Stith, the boy that Jesus loves, is now the pastor of Grace Heritage Church, a Baptist church in Auburn, Alabama.

Coming Monday: Time To Fess Up