LITTLE ADELINE KINDER
Copyright June 19, 2011 By L. E. Leonard
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Thank you Grandma for sharing your story with me!
Grandma Andrew’s stories of God and how the Spirit has worked in her life have always brought comfort and hope to those that would listen. Even now as her grandchildren are grown and have families of their own, we still gather on special occasions to find out what has happened during our time apart.
It is during this window of opportunity that I find myself pestering her about her past, for it is our families past as well.
At her birth, this baby girl was given the name Ellen Adeline Kinder. Everyone referred to her as little Adeline. She grew up in Brown County, Kentucky somewhere in the Appalachia region. In the early 1900’s this was one of the poorest regions in Kentucky.
If some of the old folk were still around they would describe her as a pint-sized angel. Young ladies and curious neighbors would gather at her bedside during naptime to watch Adeline sleep. Those tight reddish blond curls cascading down from the top of her head and onto her dimpled rosy cheek wooed all the visitors into sighing with envy.
To her it was disorienting to wake up to a room full of strangers staring at her but she muddled through it somehow.
Today when we see her, grandma will sit in the kitchen chair by mom’s big window and ask us “Did you know God provided our supper through a cat once?”
“He did what?” we would say starring back at her in amazement.
“That’s what I said” she continued while adjusting a few of the bobby pins that held together the bun on the back of her head.
“It was about the year 1933 I think and we were still living in the haunted house in Brown County. I believe it was the same year that we lost Frankie Buckner.”
“Who was that?”
“He was just a local boy about sixteen years old. Our favorite thing to do was play baseball. There was a big hill over by the school that we regularly used for the games. Frankie died on Halloween while making a home run. He slid into home base and never got up. But anyways…”
My mother suddenly interrupts our conversation by picking up the dinner plates and asking “does anyone want cake?”
After sipping a drink of peach tea, I turn back to grandma still curious and ask her to tell about the haunted house and encourage her to finish the story. The swooshing of the wind and patter of rain send chills down my arms. A streak of light stretching across an overcast sky transports my mind miles away. Over highways, streams, wooded hills, and back in time my imagination soars.