About My Granny
My Granny, Fern Alexander, was a very special woman. At the time of her death in 1973, she had 14 grandchildren. I was one of the lucky ones who was old enough to remember her.
Granny was born August 16, 1908 in Carter County Kentucky to Betty Floyd Alexander and Alonzo Alexander. She had four brothers: Seaph, Wm. Alonzo, Jr., Charles and Floyd. She also had four sisters: Grace (Lowe), Mayme (Banks-Ramey), Agusta (Hart) and Sallie (Fetters).
Fern married Robert Bailey and they had three children: William Richard Bailey (Dick), Robert Thurman Bailey and Helen Roberta (Toni) Bailey. Robert died while she was pregnant with Toni.
After Robert's death, she married Llewellyn Lloyd Charles and they had one child, my mother, Mavis Charles. Llewellyn, better known as Surry, died in 1943 from injuries he sustained in an altercation at his home in Kings Addition, in South Shore, KY.
Fern then married Cecil Justice and they had one child Cecil Floyd Justice. Cecil Floyd is the only one of granny's children still living. He lives in South Shore, KY.
Granny died on December 31, 1973 when I was only ten years old and she is buried in Mt. Zion Cemetery in South Shore. I was so young, but have such good memories of her. I was raised in Akron, Ohio, but would spend summers with her in Kentucky. My summers with Granny are probably the best childhood memories I have. It was during those times that she shared so much with me. At least a couple of days a week, we'd all load in the back of the truck with Thurman and head to Oak's Market. Granny would always give me money for a Barq's root beer and a York peppermint patty, and we'd share it.
This web site is not meant to be a complete genealogical guide, however, you can contact my cousin, Betty Eichenlaub, because she has researched our family tree extensively. This web site is about memories and I'd like to share some with you.
I lost my mother, Mavis, to colon cancer in May 2004 and she too is buried in Mt. Zion Cemetery. She endured several months of chemotherapy and I was fortunate enough to have had a job that afforded me the time to spend every minute with her that I needed. Sometimes that was six days a week at the doctor for shots, transfusions or treatments.
For those who knew my mom, most would describe her as one who worried about everything. Her grandkids, nieces and nephews still laugh at that. I used to tell her if she didn't have anything to worry about, she'd find something. I think that was just a testament to the way she cared about people. She did worry a lot and saw danger in literally everything. She never quite understood my passion to experience new things and I once told her I thought she was afraid of life. I really don't think she was, but I do know she faced death more courageously than anyone I have ever known. If she was afraid, she never showed it, and I really think she let go of all her fear those last few months and enjoyed life more than ever. For that, I thank God. I cherish all the time we spent together back and forth to the doctor. My mom was somewhat of a quiet person, but on those trips, the stories rolled off her tongue and I realize now that she was leaving me her legacy in those stories and it was the most precious thing she could have left me. I began keeping a journal during those times and will use this opportunity to share some of those stories.
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