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To the editor:
It is difficult to describe the emptiness I feel inside at the passing of one of Woodville’s most outstanding citizens, Mrs. Florence Williamson.
“Flossie” first made my acquaintance about six years ago. My husband, Tom, was the new “shop” teacher at Rappahannock High School and she had heard he was good with small engine repairs. So she called upon him to solve some difficulty she was having with her roter tiller. (It was an antique machine and almost the same size as she!) How she managed to operate it all by herself, which she assured us she did, remains a mystery to me! At any rate, Tom was able to fix it to her delight, but while he was there she had one more small favor to ask of him. She wanted him to “just stand by the pond and watch” while she waded out to the drainage pipe, dived under the water, and unclogged it. An amazing woman, to say the least!
From that time on, we were great friends and I came to eagerly look forward to “tea and sandwiches” with Flossie. She would brew her delicious Rosemary tea and serve me those delectable chive sandwiches on her own homemade bread and with her special dressing. She always made me feel like I was a most special person, someone famous perhaps, the way she flitted about to serve me. Later we would go to the garden and a wealth of information flowed from her lips about her beloved herbs. I always felt it would have benefitted me to carry a tape recorder at those times. She was so excited to instruct me and spoke so quickly, it was difficult to retain it all. After each visit with
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