Aunt Lizzy......

   Was scanning some of my old pictures the other day and I ran across this one. It's me and my Aunt Lizzy. It was taken around 1960 Daddy tell's me. Aunt Lizzy was my Papaw Brumett's sister. When I was about six I can remember walking up her dirt driveway and going through the iron gate. I have  memories of her and I walking around the side of the house with her holding my hand but I can't remember which visit that was.
   Aunt Lizzy was one of Papaw's three sisters. She lived in Crab Orchard, Kentucky, and was content with her life living in the hills of eastern Kentucky. They tell me she raised lots of chickens, maybe that's there I get raising chickens from. Aunt Lizzy wore her apron from the time she got up till she went to bed. I would love to have one of her aprons just for a keep sake. Lizzy lived the simple life, fixed three meals a day and you never left her table hungry.
   I wonder if she knew how lucky she was living in the hills with out all the worry's that we have today. I'm sure her day wasn't without some worry. Living in the hills was easy some say, you did without a lot but life was good.  Daddy always said he never went to bed hungry, there was always work to be done and they made up the games they played.
   My Aunt Lizzy...what a remarkable woman!