My youngest child

Windy, Vann, Jeffrey

In 1963 we discovered that a third child was going to bless our home. Boy, what to do. I am a young 23 year old mother of 2 children. With a baby of 6 months old  and a child of 3 1/2 when I found out I was pregnant again. I just could not believe it. But alas it was true. Only God in his infinite wisdom knew that we needed that third child. Yes we needed him. Don't know so much that he needs us but we are in his debt for being our son. God knew that we would loose our second child and that we needed him and his sister for comfort.
When he was a  baby, he was so good.  He was a very quiet baby, didn't cry much and loved his bottle. Didn't like to eat much but loved his milk.... I remember one time when we went to the Georgia mountains and I tried to get him to eat and of course he turned his head refusing to eat. I was fussing at him and my sister, Carol who was only about 8 or so, grabbed him away form me and said" you are mean to him and I am going to take him"!!! Well! We got through that situation. I let him have the bottle and Carol was happy.! He also was very attached to his mother, sat in her lap until his legs were longer than hers. He used to bite his fingernails and when his were gone would take my fingers and before I knew it they were in his mouth biting mine!!!  I loved it when he sat in my lap and that was the biggest thing I had to overcome when he grew up and my lap became empty.
As all children grow up the nest is so empty that mothers and dads cry and their hearts are empty to  hear and feel the presence of their own.
We moved to Kentucky in  July  of 1964, had a old Plymouth without AC or heat. The car was loaded to the brim with us and the leftover things that was left by the movers. The church sent a mover that were from the country and I thought they would never arrive to deliver our things. They were kind of inebriated   and we had to send out someone to find them.  The car had honey, me, Windy, Vann and baby  Jeff who was 6 months old. He was teething, fussy and ready for a cool room! But when we got  to the parsonage/church there was the whole congregation, tables filled with food ... everyone ready for us to fellowship. We had traveled about 8 hours in 110 degree weather and were we ever tired. Jeff was so fussy, Vann running around like a chicken out of the coup and Windy was quiet not saying much. All we wanted was a bath and bed....well after a few minutes , I told the ladies I had to get Jeff inside and cool him down. So I left them and went into an empty house but a cool house and sat on the floor and held my baby. I think I cried and cried that we had placed our children in this situation . But of course they didn't know only we did. There was a woman who later on tried to take Jeff from us, we believe that she was possessed by evil spirits and  we had to take over the situation by force. It wasn't but a few months later that we moved to Phenix City Alabama.
Thank the good Lord that Jeff never knew about this terrible situation and was not harmed by it. He was blessed by God and Satan wanted control of him. We would not let that happen. He was given to us by God and to God would he be given back to.
This was just a little of what we had to endure for a few years  yet  God stayed with us and helped us.Other things happened that I will tell of later. It is hard to talk about and hopefully I will get through it.
The picture of the children was taken just before we moved to Kentucky. The "plastic" fruit on the table behind the children has a story in itself...will tell later.!
Thank you grandpa for listening. love you J