Our Grandmother--Nancy Clementine Bryant Oliver by Letha Adkins Croswell
taken from the Christmas 1978 Issue of The Mountain Record
My earliest and fondest memories of any one in our family are of my grandmother "Mother Oliver". She was always so kind and sweet. I remember her coming to our house when I was very small. She loved to go pick wild greens (as she called them) and I would always tag along. She would talk to me about the wild flowers and tell me their names--she knew them all. And I remember her saying, "look at the pretty birds. Didn't God make pretty things for us to see? We should take time to enjoy the beauty he gave us."
Sometimes she would sing Gospel songs. One I remember well was "Don't grieve your Mother, don't grieve her so. For you'll find no other, on earth below". How right she was for there was no other like her. After all these years, I still miss her and I feel sorry for the cousins who never knew her. They have missed something wonderful. She was never called Grandma...She was Mother to all who knew her.
From the 1979 Summer Issue of The Mountain Record
There is an infant's grave next to Mother Oliver's--the sandstone that marks the grave was carved by Mother Oliver herself.
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taken from the Christmas 1978 Issue of The Mountain Record
My earliest and fondest memories of any one in our family are of my grandmother "Mother Oliver". She was always so kind and sweet. I remember her coming to our house when I was very small. She loved to go pick wild greens (as she called them) and I would always tag along. She would talk to me about the wild flowers and tell me their names--she knew them all. And I remember her saying, "look at the pretty birds. Didn't God make pretty things for us to see? We should take time to enjoy the beauty he gave us."
Sometimes she would sing Gospel songs. One I remember well was "Don't grieve your Mother, don't grieve her so. For you'll find no other, on earth below". How right she was for there was no other like her. After all these years, I still miss her and I feel sorry for the cousins who never knew her. They have missed something wonderful. She was never called Grandma...She was Mother to all who knew her.
From the 1979 Summer Issue of The Mountain Record
There is an infant's grave next to Mother Oliver's--the sandstone that marks the grave was carved by Mother Oliver herself.