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BY WAYNE F. BALDWIN
Rappahannock News
Contributing Writer
The fall or Autumn, whichever term one prefers, is without doubt my most favorite time of the year...as far as the beauty of the earth goes. It is also one of the sadder times of the year for me, for I’m always reminded of a time and place forty years ago.
The place was in Gid Brown Hollow in my native Rappahannock, and the time was late November. It was Nov. 30, 1959, exactly eight days after my seventh birthday. On this date, my grandmother, Sarah Elizabeth Baldwin died. Always known as “Lizzie” to family and friends.
Lizzie was bom July 14, 1906 in Compton Hollow, Page County. She was a daughter of James Edward and Bertie Deavers Moulden. Her home was just down the mountain from my grandfather’s home, and at age sixteen (granddaddy was twenty-one) they got married.
You’ll have to keep in mind I’m writing after forty years have passed, and from the memory of a seven-year-old lad, but those memories are as clear and fresh in my mind today as if it had only been yesterday.
Grandma, used to call me “monkey”, so my mother told me, until I started calling her monkey first upon seeing her. Then, I guess, she sort of stopped it. I remember grandma took no small pains to show and teach me little things. I recall her as the most gentle, loving person during that period of my life.
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