Notes and thoughts to her Family

written by Grandmother Florence (Pectol) Covington

During her last three years...

June 1973

My Darling Family,

"What a wonderful life I've had! My childhood was so perfect for me. Then my children, everyone of you filled your beautiful places one by one, I didn't do all I should have done as the years of knowledge has proven to me, but you have all turned out to b e so wonderful. God gave me the care of his most precious spirits and I'm proud of all of you. I love my grandchildren and I pray that they will always seek to do what is right and honor and obey their parents."

My Precious Family,

"Boys and girls and all your boys and girls. How I have always loved you all. How guilty I feel for the times I have neglected you. How I would love to make up for every time I have been selfish and not included you in my happy adventures. I thought of you every minute of my life, but I know now there are many more things we could have been happy doing together. There are so many things I want to say that I hardly know how... Our lives together when you were little. We were so friendly and I didn't have to boos you, much."

11 January 1976

"When I laid down awhile ago I couldn't help but be ashamed of how pessimistic I sound, and it isn't what I want to do at all. I do think of all my happy years with everyone I've known and I do live through them day after day and wish we could have them again. I don't think much of the rough times, nor the years we struggled to keep our table set with things for a growing family. Now it all seemed like a happy ball and when I think of the meals we had and how good food tasted, whether it was well prepared or not. I am happy that we had what we had. All of my family as well as friends have never let me think I failed and I do thank you for your nice years of love and understanding. My nights are full of dreams of things we used to do at church, social, and school doings. What a great time we had and I wake up with the nicest feeling that lasts until I have walked around the house long enough to get a heavy head again. Sometimes I think of building the roads we tried to establish and it was hard work, but a glorious thing to know e had accomplished something. What a life!!!."

From "A historical Sketch of June and Florence" by Son: Hal, Daughter, Bunny and Grand-daughter Jodi