Sara’s Fountain Pen is a blog about family, history, culture, and land.
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The mystery of some property that seemed to have vanished from our grip almost five generations ago, and a ticking time clock, have made us more than just a little bit nervous about our obligations to both those ancestors who have gone on before us and the generations we’re leaving behind. I am calling this a “Research and Recovery” project. My plan is to probe this query in a public forum, use researched information that will strip it of all its ambiguities and duplicities, and employ whatever legal remedies necessary that will answer the questions of who, what, When and Why of this quandary.
In Search of Our Mother’s Garden
It has been said that life—-with all its mysteries and mystics—gives us our greatest gift, or our worst luck, in the people to whom we are born. If this is true, or even tenable, then we, the children of Susie Nettles Fountain and Willie Lee Fountain were most highly favored and wonderfully blessed. Both of our parents were born in the same small rural town in the Alabama backwoods. Our father met and married Our Mother when she was just eighteen, and brought her to the “Old Dump” house to begin their lives together. The year was 1935.
Introducing: the Research and Recovery Project
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Our father, in moments of wit or jest, often described Our Mother as “ a pretty thang.” And she was. She was also spirited, maybe even a little vain and naive, and sometimes, a wee bit goofy. She loved her hair (she said it was her glory), her hats, her home and her husband. These were also the things that gave Our Mother a lot of sway with our father, which, occasionally, she leveraged. Nevertheless, he was her protector, her provider and her partner. And these were not just words; they were evidenced in his attitude and behaviors. Conversely, she was the keeper of his home, his children, his dreams, his secrets, and his best self. These were not just words either.