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By DAPHNE HUTCHINSON
Rappahannock New* SUIT Writer
On May 8, Clyde and Lilly Pullen will celebrate their 48th annivesary. “That is, if we make it that long,” Lilly joked. “It hasn't been no play time. We’ve fought and fussed, a little bit of everything. That’s what’s kept us together, I guess. That and hard work. Mostly we’ve been pretty happy.”
Clyde and Lilly grew up in next door hollows—Lilly born and raised in Gid Brown, Clyde bom and raised in Old Hollow.
“I can tell you exactly how we met. My first cousins lived right below us. I was visitin’ them and they went back to the house with me. On our way, this man rode up on horse back and it was him,” Lilly said, tilting her head in Clyde’s direction where he sat in an easy chair, wearing a grin so wide, it looked like it would break his face in to. “He started foolin’ with us. Then he started foolin’ with me and he asked, ‘How ’bout my cornin’ over on Sunday?’ and I said, ‘you can do as you please!’ ” recalled Lilly, smiling at the memory of her coolness in the face of the young man’s attentions. “Then he started cornin’ over every weekend. And a year later, we got married. No, it was two years,” she added, corrected by Clyde as he rapped on the arm of the chair with his knuckles.
“We worked hard. Oh yes, we worked hard,” Lilly continued. She was no stranger to it. “My mother died when I was 9 and I went to stay with Dr. Snead’s mother. She really made you work but I sure appreciate all she did for me. She gave me all the education I’ve got.”
After she and Clyde were married, they both had jobs in a dairy a half mile from their home in the hollow. Their schedule was especially difficult after babies
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