Mitchell Cemetery, Anacoco, Vernon Parish Louisiana, USA 
A tribute to my Aunt: Daisy Virginia Goins (1905/2000)
I recently attended my aunt's funeral in Anacoco where she lived for as long as I could remember. At that time I was surprised to hear the minister refer to her several times as "Granny Goins." I thought back to all the memories I have of Aunt Daisy, and even at the last when she seemed so frail and weak, I never thought of her as a Granny Goins. I realized then that I wanted to share the Aunt Daisy I knew with her friends and family that are left behind.
If I had to give a definition of Daisy Virginia Goins it would be that she was a feisty lady. She might have been small in stature, but she was big in purpose and determination and heart. When I retired to Louisiana in 1989, I was able to visit with Aunt Daisy at least once a month. Most of the time her sisters, my mother and aunt (Essie and Pearl), would go with me. Daisy always opened the door for us with a smile on her face and laughter in her heart. She enjoyed company, she loved her sisters, she thrived on family gossip, and she gloried in sharing her memories of a younger life. Daisy could describe events and places and people in Vernon parish so well I could almost believe I had been there also, just as she was in her mind.
I visualize a young, feisty Daisy Goins of long ago. My favorite story was when she ran away to marry Barney Goins, and we talked about this every time Pearl and I visited. It seems that her parents did not want Daisy to marry Barney, but she knew he was the love of her life. And she was determined to have him. This act of defiance was probably not the first that her parents had dealt with, and it surely was not the last. Daisy told how she and Barney made plans to elope, and that he was to meet her near the fields where she worked on a certain day. She got up early that morning, and took her small sister Essie to the fields to pick peas. She was excited, and as she hurriedly filled her pail with peas, she told Baby of her plans and cautioned the little girl not to tell anyone. When Daisy reached the end of the row and saw Barney's car, she set her pail of peas on the ground, told Baby to go back to the house, and she "high-tailed" it to the car and her future. She looked back once to be sure Baby was heading for the house. She then waved and said "Bye, " to everyone and no one in particular, and with a smile in her heart went with the love of her life to chart her future. And she never looked back. Barney Goins was what she wanted, and he was what she got! My mother told me once that was the only time she ever lied to her Mother, when she told them she did not know where Daisy had gone that day.
I loved those times when Daisy and her sisters, Essie and pearl, would exchange stories about the "olden days" in Vernon Parish as they called it. After Essie died in 1992, it was Pearl and I who would visit with daisy. talk about sharp minds-those two ladies could remember neighbors and houses and people-and describe them with such veracity that I could almost picture them myself. They loved to talk about my work in the cemeteries, perhaps because that was where most of the people in their stories resided now. When I was working in Good Hope Cemetery near Anacoco, Daisy would go with me because she seldom got to visit where her Papa and Grandfather were buried. Then she would tell me stories about that church where her father had transferred his membership, and how she wished she had a copy of that letter.
Aunt Daisy was a character, and that's what I'll miss the most. Even when she reached her 90's and was confined mostly to the front of her house, she'd smile and laugh and invite Aunt Pearl and I in to visit. One day I noticed a large rifle propped behind the front door of the living room. I jokingly asked her if she knew how to use that gun, assuming of course that in her supposed "frail" condition it belonged to one of her children. She smiled at me, and said in her pert little voice "Honey, if you try to come in this house and you don't let me know who you are loud and clear, you won't be around to ask if I know how to use that gun!" There was no doubt in my mind that she meant it, and she would defend herself if necessary. That was the Daisy Goins I remember.
Daisy loved her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. At each visit, she show me some new picture she gotten of Buck's grandchildren or Myrtle's or Dean's or Ethel Lou's. Or some new item one of the children had made for her. She was so proud of those babies. Daisy might have been a hard task maker and would take no sass from her children, but those little grandchildren could do no wrong. She might have been Granny Goins to those children and that was special, but she surely wasn't to anyone who knew the real Daisy.
The last time I visited Daisy in the nursing home not long before she died, she seemed so tiny and fragile. I bent down to tell her who I was and she looked back at me with fire in her eyes and said, "You don't have to tell me who you are! I know who you are! What I want to know is when are you coming back to see me, and can you take me home!" I told her then that I would be back to visit when I could stay longer, very soon. I did not know then that in less than three weeks she would be gone.
So, no, I don't see Aunt Daisy as "Granny Goins." Instead I see Daisy Lawrence as a beautiful young girl. I see Daisy Lawrence running to catch the school wagon because her young sister Pearl was on board and the mules had been spooked. I see Daisy Lawrence leave her peas by the field and run to meet Barney. I see Daisy Goins trying to teach manners to a young Grover. All of these memories are gifts to me from Aunt Daisy. I believe that a few days ago, Daisy Goins set down her pail of peas for the last time and ran to meet Barney Goins who was waiting on the other side. And I know that she has a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eye, and she probably looked back and said "Bye." I know she is happy at last. This is the Aunt Daisy that I will miss. Jane Parker McManus, niece of Daisy Goins August 11, 2000
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