These are some of the cards I, with the help of my family and Gregg Adams, made for family friends, clients and vendors. Since all of you are in the family and friend category, I'd like for you see them.
-Marvin T. Jones
Around this time Daddy told the story at
the reunion of
Momma's family without naming the cousin. He
mischievously asked, "I wonder who was that girl I kissed?"
A shy voice spokeup: "It was me!"
The year 2000
Card:
My sister Laverne operated the camera, my brother Howard steadied the
ladder. That's Coca-Cola I'm holding.
"It was 64 or so years ago when my mother was in high school and was hosting a fund raising party at home. During the party, Momma’s father, Parker Robbins, saw a fella kissing one of her cousins. The next day Parker asked Momma, “Who was that guy with your cousin?” Momma said, “Oh, that’s Tupper Jones from Cofield.” Her dad replied, “Well, he ain’t been raised!” A year of so later, Momma married Tupper Jones from Cofield, and that’s him you see in the window with some of his and Momma’s family. It is still said that he ain’t been raised."
The 2002 Card.
"A Warm Family Welcome
It was in May of 1937, and my parents had a modest marriage ceremony at Reverend Patterson’s house in Ahoskie. Back at the farm, Momma’s parents gave the new couple a little party. One of my grandfather’s sisters-in-law [NOTE to All of my Cousins: she was of NO relation to any of you!] came up to my father to congratulate him, and he expected the customary hug and a peck. So he bent down to greet her. Instead, she locked her arms around Daddy’s neck and planted a lip-locker on him. Daddy suddenly straightened up his back to get away, but she and her lips came up with him. A few of Momma’s relatives, including my grandfather’s brother, pulled Daddy’s new aunt off of him. Daddy and Momma went on to have a good marriage."
"My sister, Laverne, came home from her junior prom
around 1am on a Saturday. A few hours later, she was on a three-hour trip
with a handful of her high school choir-members to an audition at the
North Carolina School of the Arts in Winston-Salem.
Laverne's throat had been scratchy, so our grandmother, Miss Georgianna,
slipped her a tiny bottle of homemade scuppendine wine to soothe her throat.
Alone in a private rehearsal room, she was sipping it when Mr. Cleveland
Ambrose, the choir director, popped in. Just as he noticed her, Laverne
coughed a little and gushed out, "My voice is sweetest the first
hymn after communion!" "
Yes, the tree in this 2003 card was a victim of Hurricane Isabel.