Last of an Era, Buna Moody

Funny how children think. I never knew my grandfathers, I knew both grandmothers but they both passed before I was six. I remember my great grandpa, he outlived the grandparents. He was a judge and a farmer in rural Georgia. I mean he was old. As a child I remember thinking he must be a hundred. In reality he probably did not live past 80, if that.

Moody Family picture in the Early 1940's my buddy Billy in Buna's arms. Two more girls were added later.

Most folks, I presume, have family friends. Where the entire family is so close they are nearly kin. Well today we buried the oldest person I have ever personally known. Aunt Buna Moody. She and her husband Walter were lifelong friends of our family. Their friendship began around 1930. Buna was a youngster, being born in 1910. Mom & Dad were born in 1903/1905.

Here is Buna Moody in the 1940's.

If Buna had lived until November 10th She would have been 100 years old. She was still of sound mind, her body just gave out.
There is something sad about losing the last of a generation. Shirl, Sherry and I are still close friends with Billy, the youngest son. Shirl and I got to reconnect with the four sisters who have scattered.
Bill and his wife Peggy are just super folk. Bill is an artist with carpet, which he used to do on the side. He was my ‘carpet man’. There were times when I would call their house and Peg would answer.
“Hello.”
“Is Bill at home?” I asked innocently EVERY TIME!
“No, come on over!” she would whisper. Then we both would burst out laughing! I must have fell for that fifty times.

Bill invited us up to their house to visit, we have just got to go, the company and conversation is always great. I hope we make time to go see them.
Thanks for coming by the log.
NIte Shipslog
PS:
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?