Because I lived in Brazil for so long, I really did not spend much time with them when I was a child. In fact, my paternal grandfather died when we were in Brazil for our second term (5 year terms) so I was only with him as a baby and just during short visits when I was 5.
I do know a little more about my maternal grandparents because we lived in Nashville during most furloughs... with exception for the 9 month one in 1969. I remember Grandmother Barker's (bna Mema) made strawberry shortcakes almost every time we visited her. She was also the only grandparent to initiate contacts with me... although they were rare. She sent birthday cards, wrote letters, and phoned me several times after I returned the the USA for college. Mema grew African Violated. I really admired her and should have asked for her to tell me the secret to keeping them alive.
During the 9 months we lived with the Barkers, the only bed open for me what in my elderly grandfather's room. He was restricted to a hospital room so needed someone to care for him 24/7. My grandfather was a school principal and dairy farmer. I remember times, when he was still active, going to the dairy barn with him to milk the cows. He did have milking machines so it required very little manual labor.
Annie Barker
CU and Annie Barker
Although I do not remember much about my Hawkins side of the family, I do have some good memories. I remember Grandmother Georgia's pear preserves. I think the Hawkins side of the family was always closer to each other than the Barkers. I remember reunions at her house always been full of laughter and joy. Although Grandmother Georgia could be very loving and generous, I also remember feeling that she loved and believed her other grandkids more. One time my cousin Tony broke her mirror while throwing a ball in the house, she went to her grave saying it was me. The last time I saw her, she told that story with conviction had I was the guilty party. Of course, Tony's parents built and lived in the house right next to her.
Grandfather Fred's, for lack of a better word, presence. Although he was not as large as my father, it seemed to me that he was a giant. I have few other memories of him. The only other memory I do have is that one time I was stung by multiple wasps and he treated the stings with tobacco he had chude up.
Fred Lee Hawkins Sr
Georgia Payne Hawkins
Georgia and Fred Hawkins Sr




