My thoughts go back to my namesake that my parents had so much respect for. I was born on her birthday, and was given her name. My Aunt Hannah was not a blood relative, but a childhood presence for my mother. She was friend of my grandmother, and I remember fond memories of her myself. Aunt Hannah it seemed was a person that knew how to show people just the right amount of grace towards others.
My mother grew up in a household with domestic violence. Her parents were active in the Southern Baptist church, and were also very community minded people. I remember as an adult after my grandfather passed away, and we had to get their home ready to be sold - cleaning out that house was a HUGE job! My grandfather had Alzheimer’s towards the end, and the state that they lived in at the time was very individualistic. Everyone knew he was a danger to himself and to society’s at large at that point, but no one would remove him. I remember my mother pleading for help from the church to work with her to get the state to remove both of them at the time. They refused until it finally got to the point of loss of life did the church finally stepped up, and coerced the state into removing him. They were powerful in that area, and why didn’t step up earlier is a story for another day.
My Aunt Hannah I get the impression was what we may coin today as her ‘secular’ friend. I don’t know if she had a church of her own, but you don’t find her in the pictures of the activities at church that my mother grew up in. You don’t see her listed as the names of the community outreach they participated in. WELL, at least none that I have ever seen when looking over the family history. She was a single lady, and a source of a huge amount of grace towards others.










