With a ocean breeze blowing and sand between my toes I find the path leads me to my family...

So the title this time leads to my weekend once again....
I went to a family reunion at the beach for the Lowe Family...the tree would look like this
                  Thomas Lawerence Lowe - Ida Hutchison Lowe:
                            My Great Great Grandparents
                         Gano Harold Hall - Ida Lowe Hall:
                                My Great Grandparents
                      Russell Cole(R.C) Lee Jr. - Betty Hall Lee:
                                      My Grandparents
                    Russell Cole(Rusty) Lee III - Beverly Cato Lee:
                                          My Parents
Anyways I got to help my Mommaw finnish putting together the scrapbook I got to see pictures I had never seen in my entire life of my Great Great Grandparents and even my Great Grandparents that I had never seen. Over all it was a great weekend.


I was very lucky when I was born I had all 4 of my great grandparents on my Dad's side. The last one passed away when I was a College Freshman so growing up I got to know all of them. The one person I want to talk about though is very special to me and that is my Great Grandmother Ida Lowe Hall or as we called her Nannie Hall. She was a special lady she raised 5 children...4 girls and 1 boy. She loved to cook and she certianly loved her family. My Nannie Hall was a mere 5'1 and a very small lady who married my Papaw Hall who was a towering 6'3" at the age of 19. She loved to bake and cook for her family and she was most happiest with everyone of us around her. The originally lived in High Point,NC and eventually moved to a farm in Level Cross. I loved spending time at there house it always smelled of cookies and homemade goods, fresh grass and flowers and the smell of there house in my memory I remember these. I loved this little short old lady she was my great grandmother who had strength and stamena, and wasn’t afraid to love you. She always gave you a hug whether you were family or anybody that’s just the way she was. I like to think somewhere deep down that she is where I get my giving spirit from to love others. She was a Christian woman going to church every Sunday till she passed away. Sadly when I was in the 4^th grade she was diagnosed with non hodgskin lymphoma and couple months later died from the cancer and she fought it to the very end. I love that I got to know her but I also hate that she didn't live longer. I have found after I went to college that I love to bake and so did she I never really got to bake with her I dream sometimes that I am cooking with her in her kitchen teaching me how to bake those cookies just like she did and make them taste great. I spent a lot of Sunday's as a child with them at there house and have very found memories of those days. The smell of  fresh grass,flowers and freshly baked cookies always takes me back to her kitchen somehow where she gives me a hug and cookie and tells me to go play out in the yard. I love looking at these memories it takes me back to a place and time...back to my Nannie Hall's arms.


I like to think that she would be proud of the woman I have become...somewhat like she:
strong and confident
loving and giving
with a love of her family
and a love to bake...
until next time...