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Genealogy is among my passions in life, but my love for the pursuit of family history pales beside my love for my family in the here and now.
My family is among those things for which I am most grateful in this world. God has blessed me with eight children, 16 grandsons, four grandaughters, and 18 great-grandchildren. My children are:
Veronica Francille, my eldest. Ronnie was born when I was 17. She was the sole light of her mother's heart for three years. Each year I am reminded of the joy her birth brought me when the mail service brings a heartwarming card from her, for me, on HER birthday. My eldest daughter has never doubted that a firstborn holds a special place in a mother's heart. The size of her own heart cannot be exaggerated, nor her love for her family. Her door is always open and a bountiful table always spread. She is my firstborn. I have loved her the longest.
I discovered, when her sister, Elsie Mae, was born, that a mother's heart only grows larger with each child. I had not believed it possible, but love overflows. It was with great sorrow that we let our darling Elsie go on to be with God in December of 1995. My little angel was sick almost from the time she was born, and so we kept her with us many more years than we thought we might. She graced our lives too short a time, and none can fill the void when a child lifts her wings to fly away to glory.
In 1952, my firstborn son, Adrian Anthony, joined our small family. Adrian wrapped his little boy fingers around my heart from the start. He was, especially, the treasure of his daddy's heart, for Charlie, also a firstborn son, believed with all his soul that a special birthright was God-given for an elder son. It was because of our little Adrian that our family developed a tradition of going to the Herman Park Zoo in Houston. Our little boy begged every Saturday for a trip to the zoo, where he pulled grass to feed the elephants. The animals always brought him such joy. It wasn't long until we discovered that a little boy can get his way, most of the time!
Our home incessantly called for the patter of little feet and five more children followed in quick succession.
Next came Lotus Dale, our Lotus Blossom, who has given a lion's share, by opening her home to me after my Charlie's death. In fact, over the years, her daddy and I made her home our second home. She trusted in the strength of our love, and we sought the welcoming comfort of her home. As a child she doted on our every word and consequently her tender little heart was broken when she discovered that truly her daddy had not had her all by himself with his little hatchet while mama was away in Lousiana. I give thanks to God each day for her generosity and love.
In a home full of girls, Adrain begged for a little brother, and soon God delivered another son to cherish. God graced us with a minister for a son when he brought us our Charles Aaron. Charles follows a long family tradition of Apostolic Pentecostal ministers and his abiding faith in God has been a source of strength and inspiration over the years. His daddy always would count it a blessing to drive across several state lines to hear his son preach. I trust in the faith of his prayers.
Not even great joy adequately describes the arrival of our youngest son, Byron Darrell. Little Byron's mischievousness and inquisitiveness kept all of us on our toes. Few things that could come apart were safe from his curiosity and prying fingers! The only one of our children born in deep east Louisiana, Byron eventually returned there to make his own home. The home of one's youth is never far away when your own children welcome you back again and again through the years. A baby boy never grows too old to cuddle in his mama's arms.
Viola Darlene, our Dolly, surprised us with an early arrival. Little Doll, with a spirit so like her Daddy's, enlivened our home. She is as full of spit and fire as she is love and affection. Her constant devotion to the unseen God gives inspiration. She is, and always has been, the mother hen of our little nest. Moreover, she enbodies the essence of love with her unwavering concern and prayerful burden for every member of her family.
Finally, last, but never least, our baby, Lydia Annette. From the start, Liddy Ann's sunny disposition and laughter graced our home and life. With so many older siblings, she soon carved her unique hold on all of our hearts as the baby of our family. No matter the years, she has been the baby, not just to her daddy and myself, but to each of her elder brothers and sisters. For a while she was content to be our baby, then, like most young angels, she spread her little wings to fly. With the passing of years, she once again has come to treasure her place in our hearts and lives as our baby. Shhhh! She doesn't know it, but she never stopped being the baby!
We have counted our children among our greatest blessings in life. We have given God the thanks and the glory. It is our children who have taught us the meaning of love.
They grew from their childood too soon. But in their turn, each of our children, Veronica, Elsie, Adrian, Lotus, Charles, Byron, Darlene, and Lydia, have brought us grandchildren, enlarging our family and our hearts. We give God the praise.
MEMORIALS TO MY HUSBAND AND MY ELDEST SON, BOTH DECEASED
My son Adrian died since this Web page was written. Please visit his obituary page and memorial pages on Tarver-Gen. My husband's memorial pages host a collection of his letters and poetry. Please email me if you enjoy his work.
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