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Counting siblings as well as blessings

POSTED: November 22, 2012 6:00 p.m.

One of the things I’m most thankful for is growing up in a family that gave thanks. Three times a day, at every meal, my father said this blessing: Heavenly Father, pardon our sins, and give us hearts to be thankful for this and all our blessings. Amen.

This meal blessing was heard over a period of 45 years by 17 children, of whom I am the 16th. Meals weren’t the only times for thanksgiving, however. Gratitude to God was expressed on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays just before bedtime during “family altar.” Why those three nights? Because Sunday night was church, Wednesday night was Prayer Meeting (at church), Friday night was a football or basketball game for those of us who had managed to scrape up 50 cents, and Saturday night was the Grand Ole Opry. As one family member put it, “We gave the Devil two nights.”

I can’t speak for my nine oldest siblings who had left home by the time I came along, but for the pack of eight who were still home while I was growing up, food was plentiful, though everything else always was in short supply. There were no extras. Both of our parents liked to sweat, and sweat they did. Their pride was two-fold: fields and gardens that were absent of even a single sprig of grass or a single weed, and their children.

I didn’t think about our material need until I was in sixth grade. School lunches cost 20 cents. This was about six or seven years before federal subsidies and LBJ’s largesse. While waiting one Monday morning for the school bus, I watched as my mother shook pennies out of a huge, pinkish, but transparent piggy bank for our lunch money. I remember feeling so sorry for her, figuring that the piggy bank, whomever it belonged to, was her source of last resort.

But the more vivid memory is the embarrassment of handing my little brown bag of 100 pennies to my sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Flora Scott. I’ll never forget the words she uttered as she placed my 100 pennies in the big pouch that would momentarily be picked up by the school secretary: “Roger, 100 pennies makes a sound dollar.” I knew she was trying to alleviate my embarrassment.

Despite our Southern poverty, we were taught, “In all things give thanks.” Because of the sheer physical and spiritual stamina of my parents, and because they practiced what they preached, I felt/believed/knew, as a boy and as a teenager, that I was rich. Intellectually, I was rich because we subscribed to three newspapers and three magazines, sang, discussed music, the Bible and politics and kept a good radio. Mostly though, I was rich from observing the love and respect that 17 brothers and sisters extended to each other. Love and laughter didn’t just punctuate our lives; they were our context.

As a college freshman, I gave a speech about my big family. The speech teacher was Ovid Vickers, a Georgia native who, although just in his late 30s, already was a legend at the college and in the small college town. After I had finished the speech and returned to my desk, Mr. Vickers said, “Roger, do you know all of your brothers and sisters?” I think he was serious.

Ten sisters and six brothers. All of my life the fact has been a happy haunt. Tolstoy once wrote, “All happy families resemble one another; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” I can only say that our happy family had a center. That center was the Christian faith of our parents, which they unreservedly shared with their children.

Three of my brothers and one sister have passed away. The other 13 are scattered from California to Florida and from Mississippi to Indiana. The oldest living one, Pete, is a World War II veteran and turned 91 this year. All of us are thankful for telephones, email, Facebook, and our yearly autumn reunion.

And I’m thankful for R.C., Paul, Pete, Ida, Jewel, Authula, Margurite, Minnie, Bub, Durwood, Almedia, Ruby, Janelle, Carolyn, Tressie, and Carlton, as well as Walter Earl (1894-1979) and Levie Jane Robbins Hines (1900-1965).

Here’s hoping you can count your own siblings as blessings. Happy Thanksgiving!

Hines is a retired high school English teacher in Kennsaw and a former state legislator.

 

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