Showing posts with label angel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angel. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Rose Ellen, A Mountain Angel

It was November 1, 1910, in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina and all who lived in Boone Gap experienced the chilly fall breeze; as it blew leaves of every hue from golden-yellow, burnt orange, sprinkled with colors of reds and browns, to accent the beauty of God’s creation of fall.

The colored leaves adhered to Rose Ellen’s Granny’s fresh hung wash. Granny Purvis had just scrubbed the sheets white with the lye soap she made in the old black iron pot yesterday, and she was so proud of how white they came out.

Granny Purvis inhaled the chilly air to fill her lungs and then exhaled slowly; as this always felt so good and brought back memories of her youth, when her parents and sisters were still alive and living on the same land; where she now lived.


She thought, I might be old, but I can still scrub on my old washboard, without getting too tired. She smiled as she looked at the new clothesline her neighbor, Nathan had built for her. 

The wire was new and anything new in the Gap was a miracle to behold, and she knew everyone would come to see her new clothesline, soon.

“Rose Ellen.” She called in her sweet Southern voice.
“Yes, Granny, I am right here behind you.” Rose Ellen laughed her musical laugh that her Granny always loved to hear.
The Gap's Angel

Rose Ellen was Granny Purvis’ pride and joy. As she would tell anyone that stood still for two seconds that God takes away, but he also gives back. God took her daughter, Alice one freezing winter day, after giving birth, and left a little baby with blond hair and blue eyes, whom she named Rose Ellen----- for her to love and raise.


“Where have you been, Darling?” Granny asked with her concern look.

“I've helped Miss Sally Ann in getting ready for the Hayride on Saturday. I was mixing the molasses cookie dough, jelly cakes, and Ladyfingers in large bowls for Miss Sally Ann as she put in the ingredients. Then, she bakes them in her two big ovens, and I helped her watch the time to take them out.

And, her old Big Ben alarm clock helped us to time the cookies and cakes, so we would know when to take them out of the oven in time---- wasn’t that great Granny that I helped.” exclaimed Rose Ellen, as she was always so proud to help someone.

Little Rose Ellen was Boone’s Gap Angel, from the day she took her first step; she had journeyed from one end of the Gap to the other end. She spent almost every day visiting families that lived on her mountain path for that day. Each day a different path was hers to travel. 

She was faster than a June bug on moonshine, making sure everyone got help and if they needed anything, this little Angel would get it, if possible. She was only nine years old, but was a blessing to Granny Purvis. 

Everyone in Boone’s Gap would tell you that little Rose Ellen was the Gap’s Angel.
Rose Ellen was Granny Purvis’ pride and joy. As she would tell anyone that stood still for two seconds that God takes away, but he also gives back. God took her daughter, Alice one freezing winter day, after giving birth, and left a little baby with blond hair and blue eyes, whom she named Rose Ellen----- for her to love and raise.

“Where have you been, Darling?” Granny asked with her concern look.

“I've helped Miss Sally Ann in getting ready for the Hayride on Saturday. I was mixing the molasses cookie dough, jelly cakes, and Ladyfingers in large bowls for Miss Sally Ann as she put in the ingredients. Then, she bakes them in her two big ovens, and I helped her watch the time to take them out.

And, her old Big Ben alarm clock helped us to time the cookies and cakes, so we would know when to take them out of the oven in time---- wasn’t that great Granny that I helped.” Exclaimed Rose Ellen, as she was always so proud to help someone.

Little Rose Ellen was Boone’s Gap little Angel, from the day she took her first step, she had journeyed from one end of the Gap to the other end. She spent almost every day visiting families that lived on her mountain path for that day. 

Each day a different path was hers to travel. She was faster than a June bug on moonshine, making sure everyone got help and if they needed anything, this little Angel would get it, if possible. She was only nine years old, but was a blessing to Granny Purvis. Everyone in Boone’s Gap would tell you that little Rose Ellen was the Gap’s Angel.

Granny Purvis Sold Honey
Granny Purvis made her living by selling her honey from her hives, and she had a lot of them, and by making beautiful quilts, which she sold to the city folks. She was not going to let little Rose Ellen to be without because of pride like some that lived in the Smoky Mountains.

Some folks pride kept their children in rags and without winter shoes. Not many children went to the doctor without being on death’s bed. However, this did not apply to her Rose Ellen; because Granny Purvis made sure she had two yearly check-ups; to make sure her baby was well.

Rose Ellen was always clean and dressed nicely because Granny made her clothes out of material she traded for her dry herbs, and her own clothes were just as nice, as Rose Ellen’s were because Granny never wanted her to feel ashamed of how she dressed.

Most folks did not have any Sunday go to the meeting clothes to wear, as the mountain folks called clothes you wore to church. But Rose Ellen never notice what people wore, only what she could do for them to make them happier, and well cared for as only she could seem to do. She well deserved the name of the Gap’s Angel.

Hunger Won Over Husband's Pride

A new family named MacDonald had moved in the Gap so Granny and Rose Ellen went to visit them. They wanted to invite them to Saturday's Hayride.

After knocking on the wooden door that hung lopsided to the door frame; they waited. Finally a woman answered the door in a dress full of holes and tears with two children standing behind her in such rags. 

Granny Purvis gave one of the baskets of food to the woman.

“My Samuel would not like us taking charity from strangers.” She spoke with tears in her eyes.

“Well, where is he now, Mrs. MacDonald?” Inquired Rose Ellen with a slight frown.

“He is out hunting and gathering firewood.” Mrs. MacDonald whispered softly.

“Well, he is not here now, and these children are starving, so I do not see any harm in letting them eat. What do you say Granny?” Rose Ellen asked adamantly.

The children starting eating as fast as they could--- it seems they hurried to finish before their father came home.

Rose Ellen and Granny had tears in their eyes, as they noticed only one chair and a tiny table in the house, no beds only rags and torn and dirty quilts were on the floor for them to sleep on, and the children did not have shoes on their cold dirty little feet.

There wasn’t any food in the house as far as Granny and Rose Ellen could see, so before leaving Granny invited the family to the hayride on Saturday. Then to The Church of God on Sunday. Their baskets  contained honey, beans, flour, cornmeal, lard, salt, pepper, pickles, jelly and smoked pork.

Mrs. MacDonald was so overjoyed she hugged them both, and smiled a lovely dimpled smile, with tears glistening in her green eyes. Unbelievably, she stood out in the cold without shoes on; on the broken down porch waving until Granny and Rose Ellen were out of sight.

The Hayride
It was Saturday, the day of the hayride and everyone in the Gap glowed with excitement---but not just about the hayride, but about the MacDonald's coming to it. Anyone new in Boone Gap was a rarity, so everyone felt the need to question the new family---- without offending them, of course.

With Miss Sally giving out her bags of treats to all the children and adults on the hay wagon everyone was in a cheery mood, and all the MacDonald children starting with the one-year old to the seven-year old were all onboard with the biggest smiles on their faces because they had food, and the other children had made them feel welcomed.

Mr. and Mrs. MacDonald were talking to everyone and before it was over they thanked Granny Purvis for everything she did for them; including the food and clothes for the family. Everyone in the Gap shared and traded their extras with other families of the Gap. Money was not important when someone could trade without it.

When the Hayride was over and they returned to the Gap, Rose Ellen had games planned and the winners would receive a surprise box containing shoes and clothes, and yes they would all fit because she had a plan. Everyone in the Gap knew not to go against her plans because one would never hear the end of it, as she would ask why repeatedly until the unrelenting party relented.

Rosie a Special Angel

Rose Ellen looked at Granny and they both laughed because they knew Rose Ellen would get her way.
(Just for you, Rosie)
My friend Rosie is just as wonderful as the Rosie in this story and her heart is just as big and loving. I only write about special people and she really is an Angel and will always have a special place in my heart.

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this article and if copied anywhere else on the Internet or printed in magazines or books it was taken without written consent and is strictly prohibited.



Monday, April 6, 2015

An Angelic Heart

Grand-Papa's Angel
She stood holding her Grand-Papa’s
hand as the essence of innocent
sweetness pivoted around her like
falling morning dew,
Her Angelic face was enhanced with
her eyes of baby blue.
It was early, but the line was long, as the first
risers, rushed to stand in line,
The warmth of the morning sunlight felt fine.
“Grand-Papa when will it be our turn?” she asked,
 “Are you hungry child? It will not be long.”
Then in her five year old voice she quietly started 
singing her favorite song, “ Amazing Grace” with a
 vocal sound so youthfully strong.
“Grand-Papa are more children hungry in our America, 
besides my friend in kindergarten named Erica?”

“Yes, my Sweet Pea, I am sure many more little 
children who will be hungry today.” He replied in a soft voice.
“And being in line today was our choice.”

“We are next Grand-Papa, I cannot wait.”
When it was their turn she smiled her brightest smile--- 
with her hands reaching out out she did not hesitate.

“Please Mister, take my Piggy-Bank--- Mr. Piggy has 
$100.00 in his tummy, and this bag has all I got for my 
birthday--- its full of toys,
To help feed all America’s little girls and boys.”

The man and woman at the table looked at the little 
Angel before them holding her bank in her
tiny hands,
With both their eyes brimming they accepted her gift 
for all the America’s hungry children across our lands.
“Now Grand-Papa, can we sell some more of my toys---
to help my friend Erica?”
“And Daddy said he would donate some of his tools for 
all the hungry children in America.”

Her Grand-Papa looked up at the sky and said a silent 
prayer to thank his God for his grandchild,
Then he kissed her little hand and gave her a big smile.

No this is not the end,
But only where we say "Amen."
Grand-Papa
She stood on the hard frozen ground,
Her world had turned upside-down.

She was 18 years old now, holding her
father’s hand,
His strength she needed staring at the
hole in the land.

Her precious Grand-Papa was being
buried today,
Tears inundated her beautiful face---
left nothing to say.

Selfishly-she wanted him back because
she loved him so,
But the pain he suffered---he was ready
to go.

All the sweet memories swam in her flooded
mind,
He was her King---his heart was kind.

Feelings dashed between her mind and
heart,
Remembering---Grand-Papa said they would
never really be apart.

Spirits often visit the ones they love on earth,
Their spirit world is their rebirth.

She would always visit his grave with flowers,
And, sit and talk to him for hours.

Their bond would never be broken,
She carried his love within her heart as their
token.

Now with her father at her side---she said her
goodbyes for now,
Until she returned for Christmas---I will visit you
first---was her silent vow.

Walking away and leaving her Grand-Papa behind,
Pulled on her heart and played on her mind.

Suddenly---she heard his words loudly as if he
were there,
When you feel lonely my Darling---just sit in
my favorite chair.

My warmth and love will surround you,
So smile for me Darling---never be blue.
© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved 
PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent



Friday, September 27, 2013

Ascending Glowing Spirits


I saw his callus arthritic hand caress her sweet lined face,

And I heard him whisper: “My Darling, another time and place,

we are born in this old world not winning the death race.”


Her wrinkled face---wet with tears,

The abundance of dampness seemed to erase the lines and years,

Standing next to his dying bed, he left her without any fears.


When his glowing spirit rose above the old body no longer needed,

Now a youthful body with hair growing where preciously receded,

Reached out to her and smiled as coaching was unneeded.


Their afterglow stayed awhile as their spirits faded away,

To live in another time and another day,

Will this ending be for all---or was it just their way?


Love every moment of life---I faintly heard the words---

that ascended from the ground,

Infinitesimally sounds which echoed all around,    

The two shimmering Angels were upward bound.


I will never tell what happened on that day,

Because I wait my turn for a love to come my way,

And, love me like he did her so long ago---I pray.


© BEPH 2013 All Rights Reserved

 PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.

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