Aug.26, 1947. Lydia Christine Lucas 21 daughter of Gilbert A Lucas and Kate Elizabeth Dowdy Lucas married Noble Dewey Porterfield 35 son of Jesse Clyde and Annie Zepha Porterfield. They married in Narrows Virginia and began a life together. I wondered, yesterday on what would have been their 67th wedding anniversary, how their marriage and seemingly all marriages of those days stood the test of time. It had to be hard for them in that time. Working from daylight till dark, farming or riding the bus to Celanese later on. My Dad walked from his home place now called Cave Hill Road on Mountain Lake Road what the old folks call Slip Hollow (modern day Brickyard Road) coming to where Boyds chapel Cemetery is and then down to 460 (now Maybrook road) to catch a ride to work. SHIFT work mind you and would take the same route back home in all weather at all times of the night Just to support his family, which by that time included a rollicking little baby named Elizabeth Ann, nicknamed Micky. I was never told where her nickname came from, but it suited her. That couldnt have possibly been easy times, or could it? Maybe thats how marriages lasted. They worked hard at it. Around 1957 they moved to alittle house in Maybrook and worked hard there to. Dad worked at Celanese and Mom stayed home with Micky. She was a special child and Im here to tell you, some thought she was dumb, but book learning does not a smart person make. She knew who drove what car what actor played in what movie and wasnt afraid to let you know when you were wrong about it. I have heard a story about my Mom crying and asking GOD what She had done for her child to be this way but she told me later in life that she and Dad were the BLESSED ONES. I was born in 1964, 16 years after Micky. I had a big sister and built in play mate. When I was about 3,they would let Micky keep me while they went to the store. (BOY!!!! Nowadays social services would be all over that) But then people left you to your business, cause they had their own too worry about. Not like today when everybodies got their nose into every bodies business making sure you are doing everything right and being politically correct and not offending anyone keeping you straight so you dont see the crooked life they lead. Maybe thats why marriages lasted. In my lifetime of being with both my parents I never once heard him call her by name or vice versa it was always Dad and Mom. I never heard them argue, raise their voice to one another out say a cross word about the other. The extent of their arguing would be an OH shoot mom followed by the shutting of their bedroom door then the tv come on. Maybe thats how marriages lasted. Anyhow, I just know that when my Daddy died in April 2004 part of my Mom went with him, but I hope, on that cold January 2008 evening,when the last breath left my moms body that his big hand was their to pull her through and welcome her with open arms. And they hugged,and laughed and I bet he asked her Where have you been? Ive been waiting for you. and that together on that Sunday October 2011 night, they held hands and welcomed their BLESSED Micky home to. MAYBE THATS HOW MARRIAGES LAST! MAY WE ALL BE THAT BLESSED.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 01:06:30 +0000
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