And then there was Kat and Shirley

 Photo from the Past:

 

This is Dick and KAT on our trip to Alaska. They followed us in their Bounder Motor home. Top is in the Yukon at the Sign Forest. Below we are boon-docking in the wilds of Alaska.

 

So for today:

Sisters are special.  Sherry had two sisters, Colette and Lennie.  My BILs & I learned when You married one of ‘em Harris girls you married them all. They were very close. We traveled thousands of miles with them and their hobby's around this country. BUT they were hometown bodies and about a month was the most they could be gone. LOL

I had two big sisters, Kat & Shirley. Where I come from, if the sisters were older than you they were the 'BIG' sisters.  Kat the oldest.

I remember the tale around our house about (in 1944) Kat and her cousin as teens, concerning freckles. They despised theirs. Her cousin told her that she heard that putting fresh cow manure on them for a few hours would erase them. The cousin spent the night with Kat. The pasture was just out our back door. After everyone in the house was asleep, they found a fresh cow pile and applied the manure. They tried to stay awake for a couple hours but fell asleep and mama found them sleeping in the kitchen when she arose in the AM,  everyone at home got a good laugh. BTW, Kat said it DID NOT WORK!~  LOL

Kat married at 16.  She had a fine husband. He became a minister and years later was elected to Church Administration where they served overseership in NYC and later over all of Canada. Mostly they worked with Jamaican and Haitian immigrants.

Once the General Overseer of the denomination asked Kat to address the hundreds of pastors and wives attending the Assembly. As she spoke the Overseer disagreed with something she said and stood to correct her. She amazed her husband and church leaders by saying, “Sit down big boy, you asked me to speak and I am not finished !”  The entire congregation stood applauding, as the overseer sat down embarrassed.

She was known as MAMA by the Jamaicans and Haitians in NYC and Canada.

I am an ignorant southern boy. I knew my family by the names they were called at home. Once Sherry & I went to visit Kat in the hospital. I asked for Kat Lankford’s room number. The receptionist said, “We do not show a Kat Lankford, but there is a Mary Katherine.”

" But..."

I started to say 'I know she is here,' and Sherry interrupted me, “Jack, THAT IS Kat’s name!”  Boy howdy, am I one of the sharp knives in the drawer or what?  LOL

Nite Shipslog

PS.

 Thank all of you that read here. I enjoy comments and appreciate it as I read them. Y’all are the BEST! Thanks for the times you have let me relive some memories.

 PS2 (ref previous post) Chatty was right in a comment about putting the candy in the pot rather in the grounds. Last nite  I put two mini-candies in the pot and it worked well, the candy melted into the coffee,  no mess, but still did not flavor the coffee enough to matter.  If I were to try it again I would put a mini candy in for every 2 cups brewed. LOL