Parrott's ~ Hollywood Cemetery, Gastonia, NC

John James "Johnny" Parrott

 John Parrott's death certificate is Reg. District 36-80, No. 279.

John's father was Robert Samuel Parrott and his mother was Nannie Barber.

He is listed as a machinist with Cocker Machine, birthplace listed as York County, South Carolina.

He died within the city limits of Gastonia, North Carolina.

Coronary Occlusion is listed as cause of death.

Dr. B. Weathers is listed as the attending physician, of Stanley, North Carolina.

He was the grandson of Noah Tyree McKinsey Parrott and Mary Nichols Parrott.

Ethel in Savannah, Georgia ~

Ethel Leigh Blanton posing in the 1920's.

Daughter of Craton Rone Blanton and Elizabeth "Lizzie" Ellis Blanton.

Grand daughter of Charles Heberton Ellis and Nancy M. "Nannie" Wesson.

Grand daughter of George Washington Blanton and Mary Elizabeth Greene Blanton.

Ethel married Wilbur Larry Parrott in 1927.

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Great Uncle Jesse Parrott ~ Confederate Soldier

Jesse Parrott was the son of Noah Tyre Parrott and Mary Nichols Parrott.  He is buried at Beth Shiloh, apparently no marker remains but he is listed on the cemetery records.  He was born about 1848 and died
in November of 1869 of Typhoid Fever.  May he rest in peace.

Franklin Youngblood also served in the Confederacy. He is also buried at Beth Shiloh.. Franklin married Mary Adeline Parrott, sister of Jesse and daughter of Noah Tyre and Mary Nichols Parrott.

Jesse and Mary Adeline were siblings of Robert Samuel Parrott, my Great grandfather.

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In Memoriam ~ Ethel Blanton Parrott ~

In Memoriam ~ Wilburn Larry Parrott ~

Carrie Parrott ~ In Memoriam

1898-1920

Caroline J. "Carrie" Parrott

Carrie was listed in the Gastonia City Directory of 1913 as an employee of the Dunn Mill and living at home,with her mother at 117 West 6th Avenue, Gastonia, N.C.

Carrie was listed as an employee at Groves Mills, Cotton Mill, Apr on her death certificate.

Ford Untertaking of Gastonia, NC, was in charge of the body.

She passed at age 22 years, 4 months and 5 days from Pulmonary Tuberculosis.

She never married. She was the daughter of Robert Samuel and Nannie Barber Parrott. She was the grand daughter of Noah Tyree McKinsey Parrott and Mary Nichols Parrott.

She is buried at Woodside Cemetery in Clover, York County, South Carolina.

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Mary Lee Jackson Helms ~ Memorial

Birth: Apr. 9, 1909

Death: Oct. 15, 1999

CHARLOTTE – Mary Lee Jackson Helms, 90, died Oct. 15, 1999, at Presbyterian Hospital.She was a native of Clover, S.C., daughter of the late Mary Jane Parrott and Thomas Franklin Jackson Sr., wife of the late Lawrence Helms Sr., sister of the late Clay, Herbert C., Andrew and Thomas F. Jackson Jr., Hazel J. Sherer, Mamie Jackson Smith; aunt of the late Marie Smith Key, Bobby Jackson; great-aunt of the late Ben Sherer Jr., preceded in death by an infant niece, member of First Presbyterian Church, retired from Duke Power after 25 years of service, formerly employed with the Belk Co.

SURVIVORS: Nieces, Lena Smith Wright, Elizabeth Harwell, Gastonia, Bobbie Marie Rourk, Charlotte, Mary Jane Dulin, Bowling Green, S.C.; nephew, Tommy Jackson, York, S.C.; great-nieces and great-nephews; great-great-nieces and great-great-nephews

PRIVATE SERVICE AND INTERMENT: Forest Lawn West Cemetery



Parrot Bible Birth Page ~

This was folded and kept among my grandmother's things.

Listed are the children born to Robert Samuel Parrott and first wife, Amanda Curry.

Also listed are the children born to Robert Samuel Parrott and second wife, Nannie Barber Parrott.

R.S. Parrott and Nannie Parrott's birth dates are listed at the bottom of list.

William J. Parrott ~ Civil War Soldier Killed In Action

Birth:
1843 ~ York County, South Carolina, USA

Death:
Jul. 27, 1864 ~ Petersburg, Petersburg City, Virginia, USA

William J. Parrott, a private in the 17th SC Infantry Regiment, Evans Tramp Brigade, Company E, Indian Land Tigers of York County, SC, was killed in action on July 28, 1864, in Petersburg , Virginia.

William was a brother to our Robert Samuel Parrott, a Great Grand Uncle to me.

"Supplement to Confederate Veterans Enrollment Book of York, County, S.C. - 1902"William Parrott b. ca. 1843, son of Noah Tyree McKinsey & Mary (Nichols)

William's final resting place is not yet known.

Parrotts Laid to Rest in Beth Shiloh Cemetery ~

Mary Adeline Parrott

married Franklin Hill Youngblood on

December 19, 1867.

Mary Adeline was the daughter of

Noah Tyre McKinsey Parrott and

Mary Nichols.

Mary Adeline was a sister to Robert Samuel Parrott.

Robert Samuel was my Great grandfather.

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Mary Nichols Parrott, my 2nd Great grandmother, shares a marker with her grand daughter, Addie Harvey.

A Perrott Landed in the Tree

The DNA study has been completed, ending a lot of speculation.

Our "Parrott" surname descends from the "Perrott" Family.

Wilburn Larry Parrott has been officially recognized as a true descendant of Richard Perrott.

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The line has tentatively been traced all the way back to :

Sir John Perrott, of Haroldstone, Pembroke, Wales!

Birth: Nov., 1528
Death: Nov. 3, 1592

English aristocracy. His parentage is unknown but it has long been suggested that he was the illegitimate son of Henry VIII and Mary Berkeley, a lady in waiting to the Queen. Sir John was educated at St David's, Pembrokeshire, and at the age of eighteen was placed in the household of William Paule, first Marquis of Winchester. He was introduced to Court in the autumn of 1549 and was created a Knight at Edward VI's coronation. He took part in the 155l negotiations with Henry II of France toward arranging a marriage between Edward VI and infant Princess Elizabeth of France.

After Edward's death and the ascendance of Mary I to the throne, Sir John was denounced as a Protestant and was committed to the Fleet Prison before he was allowed to leave the country to join a military expedition in France. He was present at the capture of St. Quentin in 1557. He returned to England a few months prior to Mary's death and with the ascendance of Elizabeth I, Sir John was one of the four gentlemen chosen to carry the canopy of state at the new Queen's coronation. He proved a favorite of Queen Elizabeth who appointed him Vice-Admiral of the seas about South Wales and keeper of the gaol at Haverfordwest, and he became Mayor of Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire, in 1570. The Queen appointed Sir John the first Lord of Munster, and he spent almost three years in Ireland subduing rebellion. Weary of Ireland, he returned to England without the Queen's leave in July 1573; pleading ill health, he was allowed to quit his Irish post.

In I578 he was appointed Commissioner for Piracy in Pembrokeshire. In 1584 the Queen appointed Sir John Lord Deputy of Ireland and he spent four more turbulent years in Ireland. He was able to return to England in 1588 to find that his enemies at court had ample time to conspire against him, and the throne apparently became alarmed with his power and status. After a short confinement in Lord Burghley's house, Sir John was committed to the Tower of London in March 1591. More than a year later he went to trial on charges of high treason which included contemptuous words against the Queen, and with treasonable correspondence with the King of Spain and the Prince of Parma. He was found guilty and condemned to death on April 27, 1592. A rumor surfaced that the Queen intended to pardon him, but he died of natural causes before the sentence could be executed. His son, Sir Thomas Perrott, was restored Sir John's estates.

Published in 1776. National Portrait Gallery, London.

The Chapel Royal of Saint Peter ad Vincula remains a place of worship for about 150 residents within the Tower of London. Ad vincula means in chains and commemorates St Peter’s imprisonment in Jerusalem. The chapel was dedicated some time before the Tower was regularly used as a state prison and at first it lay just west of the tower. The chapel was in existence already before the end of the 12th century. It was destroyed and rebuilt a few times. A number of high-born and eminent persons were spared the indignity of public execution on Tower Hill and were beheaded behind the walls of the Tower on the Green just in front of the Chapel.

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Richard Perrott, Senior~ 7th Great Grandfather

Richard Perrott, Sr. deeded land to his son Richard Perrott, Jr.:

January 4, 1672, land was deeded to son Richard, as a wedding gift.

This deed mentions Richard Jr.'s wife, Sarah Halfhide; his second son Henry; and his brother Robert's two eldest sons.

Deed dated 4 January 1672 - Richard Perrot of Middlesex County gent. to my son Richard Perrot of aforesaid County in consideration of good will and affection which I bear to him - tract of land now belonging to me, next to ye mouth of Rappa. River containing by estimation 800 acres and if he should die without issue, the said land to go to Sarah Halfhide for her natural life and then to my second son Henry and his heirs and in case of no issue to go to my brother Robert Parrott, two eldest sons and their heirs.

Richard Perrott, Jr. died at age 36 years old.

Last Will And Testament, of Richard Perrott, Sr.:

Last Will and Testament of Richard Perrot ye elder Written 20 July 1686

-- Probated 7 February 1686/87Middlesex County, Virginia


In the name of God Amen, I Richard Perrot ye elder of ye County of Middlesex, being in perfect health both of Body & minde, But Considering mans frailety, I have made & ordained this my Last Will and Testament in maner & forme following; And ~ first I bequeath my Soul into ye hands of Almighty God who gave it hopeing through ye Merritts of my Blessed Saviour for a joyful Resurrection, And my Body to ye earth from whence it came to be decently buryed at ye discretion of my Executr hereafter named, And for what worldly goods it hath pleased God of his goodness to bestow upon me, I will & dispose of ye Same as followeth, hereby Revokeing and making voyde all former Wills by me made.

Item I give & devise unto my Loveing wife Margritt Perrot the Plantation that I now live on wth ye Stock thereunto belonging to be by her used & injoyed during her naturall life in full and ample Satisfaction of all Dower & title of Dower due to her by ye Law, Alsoe I give & bequeath unto my afores. wife, all my howsehold Goods & other Materialls belonging to ye howse, and afores. Plantation, togeather wth all my Plats to her & her Assignes for ever.

Item I Give & devise unto Henry Perrot ye eldest Sonn of my Sonn Richard Perrot, The Plantation I now live upon togeather wth ye whole Tract or Tracts of Land thereunto belonging or adjoyning thereunto wth all Plantations thereupon. And to ye Heires of his body Lawfully to be begotten for ever, to be held & enjoyed after ye decease of my Said loveing wife, And for want of Such Heires, to Richard Perrot ye Brother ye Sd. Henry my Grandson & to ye heires of his body to be Lawfully begotten, and for want of Such heires to decend to my Right Heires for ever.


Item I give & devise to my Executrix hereafter named, my Plantation and Dividend of Land Situate on the north Side of Pyankotanke River in Middlesex County Contayning One Thousand Acres of Land more or less togeather with Fower Negroes and Forty head of Cattle being upon or belonging to ye Sd. Plantation, or ye whole Stock of Cattle that Stable upon or belonging to ye Sd. Plantation at ye time of my Death, To have & to hold to my said Executrix h[er heires] and Assignes for ever to and for ye uses intents & purposes hereafter mentioned and to & for none other intent or purpose Whatsoever, (That is to Say) to ye intent That my Said Executrix Shall forthwith after my decease, for good & Sufficient Consideration Bargaine & Sell ye said Plantation & One Thousand Acres of Land wth ye Said fower Negroes & Stock of Cattle, and ~ make & deliver Sufficient Deeds or Conveyances for ye Land & confer? to ye Purchasser & his heires & Assignes for ever And dispose of and imploy ye products or purchass money paid for ye Land for and towards the payment of a Debt that I owe to John Jeffryes of ye City of London Esq., And if it should please God that my Executrix Should departe this Naturall life before ye Sale of ye Said Plantation & Dividend of Land Negroes & Cattle, Then I give ye like Power of ye Disposall or Sale of ye Same to ye Overseers of this my last Will hereafter named or ye Survyve of them, to and for ye uses Intents and purposses before mentioned.



Item All my Debts I justly owe being first Satisfyed I give and bequeath to my loveing wife Margrit Perrot and my loveing Sonn Richard Perrot all ye rest? residue of my estate whatsoever or wheresoever ye Same & to be equally divided Between them -


Item I give and bequeath unto my worthy friend Ralph Wormeley Esq. Twenty Shillings to buy him a Ring.


Item I give & bequeath to Dor. Walker Whitaker Twenty Shillings to buy him a Ring.



Item I make Constitute & ordain my loveing wife Margritt Perrot my whole & Sole Executrix of this my last Will & Testam:, And doe desire & appoynte my loveing friends Ralph Wormeley Esq. Dor. Walker Whitaker & Christopher Robinson, Overseer, to See this my last Will duely performed & fulfilled, Witness my hand & Seal this 20th day of July 1686.



Signed Sealed and publishedin ye presece of:

Richard (6th Great grandfather) had a son named Curtis Perrott ~

Curtis Perrott married Ann Daniel ( 5th Great Grandparents) on May 03, 1714 in Middlesex County, Virginia.

Curtis Sr. had a son named Curtis Perrott on January 30, 1717.

Curtis Perrott, Jr. married Ann Dashpour. (4th Great grandparents)

This couple had a son named John Parrott (3rd Great Grandfather) in Louisa County, Virginia, Colony.

John Parrott apparently went south into Georgia. He died there in about 1845. He married Hannah Kenney on April 01, 1793 in Virginia.

They had a son named Noah Tyre McKinsey Parrott.

Noah Tyre Parrott was born in Greene County, Georgia and died in York County , South Carolina. I have located a few Parrott's buried in Fayette County, Georgia.

Noah Tyre McKinsey Parrott was our 2nd Great Grandfather.

He married Mary Nichols on March 20, 1845 in South Carolina. He probably is buried at Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church Cemetery in York County, South Carolina. There is no marker.

Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church in York, South Carolina.

Mary Nichols is buried there, in Shiloh Cemetery.

He and Mary had at least 11 children:


One of these, was Robert Samuel Parrott, Sr. Our Great Grandfather.



Robert Samuel married his first wife, Amanda A. Curry, about 1878.

Amanda died at age 30.

She and Robert Samuel had four children, two boys and two girls.

She is buried, alongside of Robert Samuel, at Beth Shiloh Presbyterian Church in York County, South Carolina.

It could be that Amanda died in childbirth, with the last child, Alice.

Children of Robert Samuel and Amanda Curry Parrott:

William Curtis Parrott - Born November 26, 1878
Cora Lee Parrott - Born March 12, 1882
Robert Samuel Parrott, Jr. - Born February 10, 1884
Alice Parrott - Born February 1886

He married Nancy "Nannie" Ann Barber after Amanda's death.

Robert Samuel Parrott and Nannie Barber Parrott had seven more children:
Mary Lois Parrott - Born October 20, 1888
Elizabeth "Bessie" Maude Parrott - Born March 01, 1890
John James "Johnny" Parrott - Born June 20, 1892
Mary Hattie Parrott- Born December 14, 1893
Caroline "Carrie" J. Parrott April 17, 1898
Wilburn Larry Parrott - Born October 20, 1903- My grandfather.

Edward McKinley Parrott - Born July 29, 1907

Under the Lone Tree ~ Luke Wesson

On the outskirts of Shelby, North Carolina lies the land that once belonged to a man of Irish blood, named Luke Wesson.

Along the side of the highway heading outside of Shelby, there is a lone tree.

At the base of that lone tree lies the remains of my 3rd Great Grandfather.

If you did not know he was there, you would simply pass right past without a second glance.

No hint of a cemetery can be seen from the road.

Only recent attempts at construction on his former property brought the cemetery back from certain devastation. Engineers, working on the property found the cemetery and realized what was about to happen to it.

Their kind hearts have certainly saved our Luke. For that I am grateful.

The lone tree that was described to me, seemed out of place in that cleared field. That was the only thing that was visible from the road. We parked across the road and went over winter grasses that grew in huge clumps. I went over the slight rising of earth, alongside the highway and down into the field, and there he was.



It is not known if Nancy McCurry Wesson is buried beside him in that cemetery or not.
The earth seems to want to reclaim everything, especially stone markers. Once they fall onto the ground, the earth seems intent on swallowing them up. If a marker is there, it has yet to be discovered.

His marker is currently lying on the ground, broken, but not for long.


Rest in peace, Great Grandfather. You will not be forgotten.

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Luke Wesson married his second wife, Nancy McCurry in 1841. Nancy was the daughter of William McCurry and Elizabeth Ledford McCurry. He remarried for a third time, after the death of Nancy McCurry, to the wife mentioned in the will.

Luke and Nancy had a daughter, Nancy M. "Nannie" Wesson in 1844.

Nancy Wesson married Charles Heberton Ellis and together they had eight children. One of these was Elizabeth "Lizzie" Leigh Ellis, my great grandmother.

Lizzie Ellis married Craton Rone Blanton and they had a son named Jesse and a daughter named Ethel. They also had a baby son named Craton, he died in infancy.



Craton Rone Blanton, Lizzie Ellis Blanton, Jesse Blanton.


Ethel married Wilburn Larry Parrott. My Grandparents.




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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF LUKE WESSON
May the 29th 1882

(Transcribed from the original)

I Luke Wesson of the County of Cleaveland & State of North Carolina being of
sound mind and memory but considering the uncertainty of my earthly existence
do make and declare this my last Will and Testament in manner and form
following: that is to say I here by give to my beloved Daughter Caroline Allen
the lot of land on which I now live being one acre with all improvements and
appurtanances thus unto belonging. I reserve to for my wife Arleavie Wesson
the above described property as a home for Her During Her life or widowhood to be in full force and effect if she continues to reside there otherwise this reserve to be of no effect and void. I further provide that my executors hereinafter named Shall provide one years sustenance for my wife Arleavie Wesson out of my estate. I hereby Name Elbert Allen and his wife Caroline Allen as the executors of this my last will and Testament. I hereby convey to them for collection my notes Mortgages and accounts and after paying my burial and funeral expenses they are to pay to my son James Wesson one hundred dollars (J. 100) The remainder of my entire effects to be equally divided between my three children Caroline Allen, Nancy Ellis, and James Wesson. All of the above is written at my request and signed by me this the 29th day
of May A.D. 1882.
his
Luke X Wesson {Seal}
mark

Signed & sealed and declared by Luke Wesson to be His last Will and Testament
in the presence of us who at His request in His presence and in the presence
of each other do subscribe our names as witnesses hereto.
J.B. Byers

A Giggle and Dip ~

When I think of my grandma, I can hear her giggle. She was a happy soul and a lot of fun to be around. I would spend the night with her and we would stay up way too late watching those old "whodunit?" movies. She loved a good thriller movie. She would talk all through it..musing on just who the guilty party was. She would poke fun at herself and giggle. She was a source of joy to me for sure.

We would talk about the family and she would tell me all the old stories she remembered from her mother. She took me along with her and Grandpa, on most trips to place flowers on her parent's graves. She always pointed out relatives that were buried nearby, telling me about them and giving me an idea of what they were like and who they were. She brought the past alive to me, time after time.

She was the designated 'Keeper' in the family. There seems to be one in every generation.

She kept the old pictures and the family lore. She is really the reason I became interested in searching, in the first place.

She sparked that tiny flame of interest in me. I have her to thank for this terrible malady that afflicts me, still today....thanks a bunch, Grandma...grin.

I guess she passed that 'Keeper' torch down to me...

Oh, yes.

The woman 'dipped'.

Now, the only reason that I even mention that here, (sorry Grandma), is because it was so darn comical.

You were just not "lady-like" if you dipped..Snuff is what we are talking about here, folks.

That vile smelling, dark, oozy liquid in an old tin can, that looks like chocolate syrup, but my-o-my and BOY-HOWDY, it AIN'T!

She was slightly embarrassed about this habit. She did not want just anyone to know or, HEAVEN FORBID!, see her do it.




The 'spitting-into-can' was kept handy..right below where she sat, most often. You had to watch your step carefully. Nothing could be worse than tipping over that darn thing. Ick. Really big Ick.

She had the terrible misfortune to get tickled over something and start giggling, once, when she had a mouth full of snuff. She choked on some of it. Not pretty. She would giggle and smile and choke some more.

She was a hoot that little grandma of mine. I sure miss her.

She was a friend of a great many people and well liked through out the community. She worked in her later years in the Boys Department of the Belks Store. She loved the talking to her customers and being 'out and about'. She was great at her job and people loved her for the way she was with them.

Grandma never drove a car and Grandpa would take her to work and come pick her up in the old Ford Galaxy that he had.

You would sit in the seat while being still..never squirming, and what ever you did. you would never, and I mean never, touch the dash of the car. You left smudges from your fingertips when you did that and that was simply not allowed.

Grandma loved flowers and plants. I do, too. She had a night blooming flower that made a spectacular blossom during one night's time..a breath-taking, sweet smelling flower as big as a dinner plate. It would bloom in all it's glory, only to fade and go limp in the morning's light. It was anticipated with much ado and then some. She would give updates over the phone as to when she thought it would bloom out. Then we would all get in the car and make the trip in our pajamas with a flashlight in our hands.
Nothing would stop the viewing of the flower..It was big. *Now, I have the same plant..and getting up to see the bloom is the norm*



Grandma loved to crochet. She would sit for hours and hours with her tiny needle flying back and forth in a small blur. She created beautiful, intricate bedspreads, over hours and hours that spread into years. She took to the task of teaching me her craft, like a true soldier preparing for battle. I would get cramps from the awkwardness of holding the strange feeling needle in my hands and spent hours with a grimace of concentration on my face. She kept telling me to hang in there, I almost had it. She stayed with me until I was able to release that grimace and finally let it melt into a slow smile.

I will never forget the smile she gave me and the assuring pat when I finally created something that resembled a double crochet. She told me that learning to do anything worthwhile, would stay with me for life, and that I would always have that craft to enjoy.

She was right about that.

I love it. To take a simple cotton string and make a beautiful, useful item out of it, is very satisfying. Thanks Grandma, for sticking with me, and not giving up on my stubby kids' fingers.



I learned to make those useful, well alright...not so much 'useful' as 'pretty-to-look-at' old grandma's doilies that were once upon a time, 'all the rage'..

Romantic. Victorian. From an era gone by. Old fashioned.

But still pretty. I see them in estate auctions and antique shops and just have to run my fingers over the stitches. Pineapples woven intricately in the circle with a row of lace around it. One glance at these takes me back to another time and place.

I hear a soft giggle and feel a reassuring pat on my hand. "That's getting better..You almost have it now."

Grandma. How I miss you.


Ethel Leigh Blanton Parrott
November 10, 1906 ~ October 31, 1990

Briars and Tobacco ~ Grandpa Parrott

I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, growing up. Time seemed to slow down when you were with your grandparents. There were warm, comfortable, memories made with them. Long talks while sitting on the front porch with a fly swatter in your hand. Sitting on top of the ice cream crank while Grandpa turned the handle.

The smell of the woods and soft green moss is imprinted on my memories of Grandpa Parrott. The path through the woods, up to my Great Uncle Ed's house. The smell of vanilla pipe tobacco and cigars intermingle in that memory.
The scruffiness of "briars" on his cheek as I gave him a goodbye smooch on the cheek come to mind. All these swirl together and bring back my childhood days.

I can still seeing him standing in front of the picture window with his hands dug deep into his pockets, rattling the change in the pockets through his fingers thoughtfully.

His weight rolling from the tip of his shoes back onto his heels, time and time again. I think that retirement was tough at times on the man. He struggled to keep himself occupied and spent long hours on the porch, pondering the smoke of his pipe that swirled around his head..No doubt solving all the world's problems in an afternoon or two. He was a man of few words by the time I came along. You had to know when to keep quiet around grandpa. He liked to ponder things. I used to watch those same swirls of pipe smoke and try to see what it was he was seeing. Little girls just do those things.

My memories are good ones and I think I will keep them here.
Secured on this electronic page where I can come in and take a peek every now and then. My own little magic treasure box, kept on my dresser top, tied up with a pink satin bow. Every little girl had to have one. A small, little box filled with trinkets (to some) and treasures (for me).

"Now you just go on in there, your Grandma's around here somewheres...Go ahead on in the house, Janie Girl."

"I will be inside, right here, directly"...."We'll have dinner, here in a little while".


Words from my Grandpa that will echo in my mind forever..as well as my heart.



Especially when I catch of whiff of someone's cigar smoke.

Wilburn Larry Parrott
October 20, 1903 ~ December 15, 1998