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Speaks for Me
Glimpses into Johnnie Mae’s Heroic Heart
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R. Money Rembert
REBECCA C. MONEY
2014
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ISBN: 978-0-692-25046-4
ISBN-10: 0692250468
ISBN-13: 978-0-692-25046-4
DEDICATION
I dedicate this book first to God who makes all things possible in his
appointed season. I thank Him that Johnnie Mae Wilson Money was
my beloved mother, and I create this book in loving memory of her;
she was a very human and very heroic1 soul whose life speaks
volumes about her character and God’s will. I further dedicate this
book to my gifted siblings who are also the biological children of
Johnnie Mae Wilson Money: Bobby T., Faye and LaShea (and to
each of their children), and to our father, Bobby J., to whom our
Momma was married 44 years. I thank my husband, Joseph, very
much, too, for encouraging me to engage in this process with faith,
hope and love. I treasure all of you!
1Lombardi writes that “. . . the hero may be from divine ancestry . . . a hero is
courageous. A hero, or protagonist, is the principal character of a story, who may
be known for special achievements.”
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PREFACE
While the general expectation is that we humans will each one live
70+ years of life in this earth, my dear mother, our dear mother,
Johnnie Mae Wilson Money, died just before her 65th birthday.
Heart disease and kidney disease were the culprits that exhausted
her to death following her long-term battle with uncontrolled high
blood pressure. These same culprits also stole the lives of my
mother’s mother, Annie, and of nearly all of my mother’s uncles’.
These shameless culprits remain relentless in their attacks, even
attacking the present generation and aiming at the next. The Lord
rebuke them, in Jesus’ name!
Momma loved to sing, and she often sang “May the life I
live speak for me,” from the song “May the Work I’ve Done Speak
for Me.”2 She would sing these words as she went about her daily
activities. Clearly she believed that if a person lives a life of faith,
positive works and decent character, then that person has every right
to say, “When I’m resting in my grave, and there’s nothing more to
be said, may the life I live speak for me.”
2
Gospel song as performed by The Consolers in the 1950s or 60s.
3
From the poem by Cecil Frances Alexander.
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Not every soul can make the claims I just made, or this next
one: I know for a fact that my mother truly loved me, all of her
children, and many others who chose to call her “Momma.” She
just loved people in general, though I am sure that she did not like
many folks’ life styles or methods of getting what they wanted. I
also know that Momma was not always shown the love she showed
others. Her love was not always acknowledged nor was it always
reciprocated; however, all is well.
friendships, even among strangers, on the right. Her gift was her
ability to speak to strangers as though they were family, and show
family that as much as they thought they had her figured out, no one
but God knew all of Johnnie Mae Wilson Money.
INTRODUCTION
Many people may never have heard of Johnnie Mae Wilson Money
or the advances she helped her community gain before her death in
2008. They may not know that she completed hundreds, if not
thousands of acts of kindness in this life and most of those
kindnesses she did not discuss; she just did what she could for
people. However, since I cannot cover all that she did, here is a
simple record of one of her bold contributions to Troy, Alabama, to
society and to history.
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life into a ditch and remove her from her family. She lost interest in
Troy politics after that. Later, when my father unsuccessfully ran
for the council seat in our district, Momma came out of the shadows
just long enough to support him as her husband; after that, she
retreated. She stopped carpooling voters to the polls and actively
supporting local candidates. However, she continued vocally to
encourage people to exercise their right to vote; still, she left it up to
individual voters to research the candidates themselves to decide for
whom they should cast their votes.
12 SECTION NOTE and Special Disclosures: Some names have been changed
or omitted for personal reasons. The information presented hereafter is in no way
intended to defame anyone. Footnotes have been added to supplement reading
and were not a part of the original journal notes. Journal notes were revised into
complete sentences or thoughts, as needed. The author (R. Money Rembert) took
license in using first person. Clarifying information is added to support reader
comprehension, not to distort any facts. – The Author
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CHAPTER 1: MY HISTORY
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myself, for my children, and for other folks not even any kin to me;
I have stood up a lot.
At the age of approximately four years old, when I was a very young
girl living in the “clay hills”14 of Russell County, Alabama, my
family’s first home was at Rural Route 1, right near the Russell
County / Barbour County line. I remember that first old rambling,
three-room house with its large shady yard, no indoor plumbing and
not even an outhouse where you could go handle your serious
business in private. Instead, we would at night just use a pee bucket
or what some folks called a “slop jar,” and during the day, the woods
and brush were our “relief station,” if you know what I mean.
We all lived with Papa and Big Mama who ruled the whole
house. There were a bunch of family living in this big house,
including my uncles -- Toy, Limb, and Slim, and my aunts – Honey
and Adele -- and my mama (known as “Sister”) whose actual name
was Annie Lee.
she was little, and Lou was “Tongue” because she always got in
trouble for sucking her tongue, at least that’s what the old folks said
she did.
My cousins and I would often walk down the path from the
family house to the 431 Highway, and we would look at the pretty
cars and claim that they were ours. We would look with envy at the
rich-looking white women and announce, “That’s me!” while
knowing all the time that we were not rich, white women. We were
little black girls in south Alabama, in the Deep South15, and we were
the exact opposite of what we had the nerve to be jealous of or
pretend to be.
~ Papa ~
Papa had his vice and his pros. For one, he would always
stretch out on the floor after he came in from the fields and after he
drank his moonshine. Lou, Sarah and I would race to lie next to
him on the big pillow left over from an old discarded sofa chair.
Papa would toss the pillow on the floor in the same spot every day,
and that is where he rested until time to eat. We loved our Papa
very much, and even though he drank, he never became violent.
He was always protective and kind to his family.
One day, Papa became very ill and it seemed that nothing
could cure him. Uncle Roger, who had moved away from the
Foster Plantation by then and married a lady named Evelyn, drove
all the way back down South from Indiana to take Papa back North
to see a better doctor. The truth was that back then the health of
I was very young at this time, and the old folks didn’t
believe in letting children see or hear very much in those days, so I
can’t be sure what Papa’s illness was; however, remembering the
symptoms I observed, I now believe he either had some form of
cancer or tuberculosis, though I did overhear Big Mama mention the
word “pneumonia” one time.
Sundays with Ma
Ma always made the whole family go to Sunday school and
church. We all would have to walk across a big, huge pasture full
of cows and bulls to get to church. Needless to say, we children
were very frightened to pass the animals, but we were more
frightened to not pass them, because we did not want to tangle with
Ma. Fortunate for us is that most of the time, we walked with an
elderly lady named Mrs. Ella. She wasn’t afraid of the cows and she
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always kept her a stick. However, when she was sick and could not
go to church, we would have to cross the pasture alone. We mostly
ran all the way to church – and back – unless we had Mrs. Ella with
us.
CHAPTER 3: MY UNCLES
Toy
I grew up mainly around my Uncle Toy, though I had
several uncles. Uncle Toy was the youngest boy in the family. He
was very energetic and hardworking all the time. In addition to
being a farmer, he also worked as a “shade tree mechanic,” and he
would spend most of his Saturday’s working on his 1936 Model T
Ford. Also for miles around, he was everybody’s mechanic. If
Uncle Toy couldn’t fix it, then it couldn’t be fixed!
Uncle Toy had two animals: Preacher (his mule) and Pet
(his horse). Preacher once kicked Uncle Toy in the leg. Aside from
Preacher and Pet, the family had hogs, cows and chickens. Big
Mama and Toy also kept a garden full of vegetables and a small
orchard full of fruit trees. Peaches, pears, apples, pecans, and
blackberries were plentiful (and also plums).
The Accident
One day during the off season from sharecropping farming,
Uncle Toy and Uncle Limb took a job working on a bridge in
Columbus, Georgia. Late one evening, someone I don’t recall
informed us that the bridge had collapsed, trapping my two uncles
underneath it and killing a nearby neighbor also working on the
bridge. Both of my uncles were able to be dug out of the debris.
Uncle Limb barely suffered a scratch, but Uncle Toy had to stay in
a Columbus hospital for a long time. When he was eventually
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released, he was crippled. One leg was shorter than the other, and
he wore a pin in his knee.
The story told to the family was that after the accident, the
company leader had gotten all of the men to sign papers agreeing
not to sue as long as all of their medical bills were paid. Being
uneducated, my uncles knew nothing about hiring lawyers.
Therefore, they were never compensated after the accident. Uncle
Toy walked with a limp for the rest of his life.
Anyway, Uncle Toy and his first wife split up after some
years. I did get to know Uncle Toy’s first wife a bit. One summer
(I believe it was in 1978 or 1979), I took my family to Orlando, to
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Joel 2:25, KJV Bible
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Roger
I did not grow up around Uncle Roger; however, he stayed
in contact with the family and I saw him several times in my life.
He and a few of my other relatives migrated up North before I was
even a thought in my mother’s mind.
looked “very crispy nice, like new money.” It seems that Uncle
Roger is in the hospital now and has also been diagnosed with a
serious illness. I am learning what many people have already said:
“It’s not always the weakest who die first, but it’s who’s next on the
roll, according to God’s will.”
Limb
I grew up around Uncle Limb and was in contact with him
pretty much his whole life. Uncle Limb, the oldest of Papa and Ma’s
ten children, was much like his father as far as drinking moonshine
was concerned. Uncle Limb was very tall and very skinny, and he
19 Added in: "Obituary." Chicago Sun-Times Post Tribune. Web. 14 May 2012.
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resembled Papa in his face. He was thin like Papa, too, but much
taller than Papa. A regular clown/comedian, Uncle Limb was all of
that and more. He and Uncle Toy were always arguing about Uncle
Limb’s drinking. Uncle Toy never abused alcohol, and I never saw
him drink anything, not even a beer. I know one thing that Uncle
Toy did not try to hide – He despised “drunks,” as he sometimes
referred to people who consumed too much of the spirits.
Don
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After the funeral that day, the family met at Sarah’s house
for a little repass, and the den in Sarah’s house was full of people,
relatives mostly, that afternoon. When I entered the room, I saw
Uncle Don standing near my little girls, just running his mouth at
them and grinning. I immediately felt enraged and I threatened to
jump him. I don’t know if I was angrier that he was talking to my
girls or that no one in the family tried to pull them away from him,
since everybody in there knew his ways.
Slim
I did not grow up in the house with Uncle Slim. In fact,
Uncle Slim was always a mystery to me. The story was that he
simply came in from the fields one day, took a bath, walked down
the path to Highway 431, caught the Greyhound bus and left
Alabama. Whatever his story was, the fact is that at some point, he
ended up in far northeast Florida, not far from the Georgia line.
CHAPTER 4: MY AUNTS
Princess
Princess, Sarah’s mother, died from complications
following childbirth. She contracted pneumonia just after Sarah was
born at the house on Route 1. Sarah was only three weeks old when
her mother died at the same house at Route 1. I remember that Lou
and I were hiding behind the door, peeping into the room, when
Princess passed. I must have been about five years old at the time;
Sarah was an infant, and I am five years older than she is. After
Princess died and was laid to rest, Princess’s husband, JT,
disappeared. Big Ma therefore raised Sarah and Lou.
Adele
Adele was the youngest of Ma and Pa’s children. I don’t
know much about her except that she skipped town with Aunt
Honey’s first husband, Gary, many years ago. Adele and Gary went
up North, and the family was outraged. Adele was about 17 years
old when this happened.
During that time, Aunt Adele was caring for Big Ma. I
remember the weather being chilly even though it was late spring. I
had to go buy sweaters for my girls and me, because we had dressed
according to Alabama weather, which is hot and muggy even in
springtime. I also remember on that trip meeting a distant or
extended family member, Eldorado, who drove a fancy Cadillac and
claimed to own another one.
off, we could hear Anita Ward’s disco hit “Ring My Bell” thumping
through his speakers. I never saw him again.
Adele Moves Ma
I was upset when Aunt Adele moved Ma to Ohio with her.
Ma had developed sugar diabetes and one of her legs had been
amputated. She had lived with Sarah for many years and Sarah had
taken very good care of Ma, and I could visit quite a bit. However
when Ma went to live with Adele, I could not visit her as I had been
able to when Ma lived with Sarah in Florida.
Honey
Aunt Honey had three husbands during her lifetime. As
stated, the first one ran away with Aunt Honey’s youngest sister.
Aunt Honey’s second marriage, to Herman, did not last long either,
but I never knew the reason. One day, Herman was there, and then
bang, he was gone. Herman was a very tall, slender, easygoing man.
I wish Aunt Honey could have stayed with him, but here was another
failed relationship for her.
Mr. Joe was Aunt Honey’s third and last husband. She
stayed with him for the duration of his life. He seemed to be a decent
man, and Mr. Joe and Aunt Honey lived in a very neat home with
nice fruit trees and flowers in the yard.
Aunt Honey was a decent lady, too. She was also a chain
smoker who spoke with a deep voice with a raspy undertone. She
often licked her thin lips in between words and her eyes darted left
and right as she spoke. She always had some nervous energy that
she did not appear to know how to control. Maybe that is why she
smoked so much and licked her lips; I don’t know. Eventually, Aunt
Honey developed that distinct smokers’ cough, and she lived with it
for quite some time.
admitted to the hospital. She let me know that she was having
trouble outputting urine. My logic then was to do what I had heard
others do: I took her into the bathroom and turned the sink faucet
on so that the water could run. I hoped hearing the water run would
motivate her kidneys to work. I even had her to put her hands under
the running water, thinking that the feel of the water might somehow
trigger or stimulate her kidney’s to respond. I tried, but my idea
failed. Aunt Honey died in June of 1992 at Bay Medical Center in
Florida. Her cause of death was respiratory and kidney failure.
Though she was married a few times, Aunt Honey never had
any children; therefore, Lou, Sarah and I became very close to her.
Also, we lived in the same house with her during our early years, so
we loved and trusted her as we did Big Ma. We all grew up with
Aunt Honey, but Sarah was clearly the favorite even after death
separated them. Aunt Honey would always buy gifts and necessities
for Sarah, but somehow she would forget that Lou and I were paying
attention to that. I think that deep within her heart, Aunt Honey
wanted Sarah to be her own daughter.
dedicated caregiver and a faithful person, and for that, I will always
admire and appreciate her.
What can I say about Mr. Joe that I haven’t said? Well, I
can say that my Mama and some of Aunt Honey’s siblings did not
like him. Big Ma almost despised him. He was very cranky and
judgmental and never wanted Aunt Honey to do anything for her
family. The tensions were apparent, and my mama and Mr. Joe
would not even step foot in one another’s homes. Mama also forbade
me to go to his house. (He actually owned that house before his
marriage to Aunt Honey). However, I was who I was, so I would
sneak and go visit Aunt Honey when I wanted to see her; she was
my closest aunt and I loved her. Besides, Mr. Joe had always made
me welcome there and he had been nice to me.
maid, cook and babysitter for years. All of this work Aunt Honey
did in addition to working in the fields. She was also a sharp-
dressing lady with so many pretty clothes. Aunt Honey was also a
very neat housekeeper. When people visited her, she would watch
people like a hawk watches chickens to make sure that no one
moved anything out of place in her house. Once, she “called out”
one of my children because a tiny piece of dark red thread from my
daughter’s outfit fell onto her brown carpet. Who else would have
seen that, but Aunt Honey? I just chuckled and told my child to pick
up the string before Aunt Honey had a seizure.
Mat
I never grew up around Aunt Mat, as I called her. However,
I had contact enough with her to know her pretty well. Aunt Mat
always lived in Indiana, like Uncle Roger. I always thought that
Aunt Mat and Uncle Roger were very sophisticated, [and] they were
both nice to me in their own ways.
Aunt Mat had four children -- three daughters and one son.
Her children always called the ones of us who lived in Alabama and
Florida, “farmers from down South.” I didn’t like that at all.
When Aunt Mat died, Sarah and I went to Indiana, for her
funeral. I got very sick on the way up there. My blood pressure was
high and I experienced a lot of swelling. I spent much of my time
there [lying] on the floor with my feet elevated, trying to get the
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CHAPTER 5: MY SISTER-COUSINS
I love Sarah and Lou as sisters, even though technically they are my
first cousins. We always remained close, and my children grew up
calling them “Aunt Sarah” and “Aunt Lou;” likewise, their children
called me “Aunt Johnnie Mae.” I don’t know of any blood sisters
who were any closer than we were.
Sarah
Born at the Big House at Route 1, Sarah was the youngest
one of us children living with Big Ma, and Sarah was the only child
of Aunt Princess. Lou and I always kept secrets from Sarah because
Sarah would tell our secrets to Big Ma and cause us to get
whippings. She was definitely our little sister in every sense of the
word – the little sister we would protect at all cost, as well as the one
who could get us in trouble by talking too much.
One time our school held a dance and well, Lou just loved
to dance! When we got off the school bus that evening, Sarah rushed
ahead of Lou and me and went straight to tell Big Ma that Lou was
“dancing those shoes out” at school. Since it was common
knowledge that if Sarah knew anything, she was going to tell Big
Ma, it was very unwise of us to let Sarah know or see what we
thought should be kept secret.
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Sarah and I are very close and I love her very much. She
has a way of making me laugh that no one else does. However, I
feel that she keeps secrets from me sometimes. I think that may be
the way she deals with stress. Plus, I think she tries to spare my
feelings by keeping quiet on some subjects.
Lou
One night, in 1978, Lou’s husband, R. B., murdered her, as
well as her close friend/neighbor who let Lou and her children stay
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with her. Lou is buried in Bay County, Florida. She left behind
seven children to survive the rest of their lives possibly wondering
“Why did he kill my mama?” I think I know the answer; whether
or not it is my place to answer the question, I’m not sure . . .
Lou was very sweet, and I believe that her sweetness and
low self-esteem led her to accept men’s behaviors that were
inappropriate and abusive. She had a passivity with men, and the
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According to JoAnna Longstaffe’s article at thefreelibrary.com, impetigo is a
contagious disease of the skin that generally occurs in children and presents as
pus-oozing “bumps” that turn red and scar.
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men in her life seemed to recognize this weakness and exploit it.
Lou’s acceptance of certain men and their abuse disturbed me. I was
especially worried when she married R. B. I believed Lou was naïve
in many ways and just not prepared to deal with him.
because he held the freedom and power there, and his house was
dark and oppressive. I refer to it as just “his house,” because it could
not have felt like a home to anyone living there, other than R. B.
I know that Lou adored her children. In fact, she was kind
to people in general, which is why my children probably liked her
so much. She also didn’t talk that ugly way to children that some
grown folk like to talk -- you know to insult children or make one
feel less than or better than the other.
I’d had the death dream that very week, and that dream never failed
to come true.
The night of the murder, Sarah phoned. She said that Lou
was gone. My heart dropped and broke, though I knew it was bound
to happen. From what I got, Sarah had heard about the shooting on
the late news. She and her husband went to where Lou was staying,
next door to R. B.’s house. When she saw the coroner’s wagon,
Sarah went into shock.
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CHAPTER 6: MY MAMA
The nurse, sitting at the desk and sipping on her soda, told
me that she would be there when she got through with her drink. I
remember that I lost my mind quick and began screaming, “If you
don’t get off your ass and come see about my mama, I will kill you,
woman!” I then grabbed for the nurse who suddenly jumped up and
ran to my mother’s room; however, it was too late. My mother was
gone, her eyes open and her gaze fixed. I collapsed on the floor.
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Mama’s Funeral
I have never seen more flowers at anyone’s funeral than I
saw at Mama’s funeral. I also never saw so many white people in
the same room with so many black people as I saw that day at Old
Mt. Moriah (not the new one) in Bay County. I have some photos
of my Mama lying in state, but I don’t really look at them.
Mama’s Daughters
My mother had three daughters: Earline, who died at the
age of three, I was told, from pneumonia; me, Johnnie Mae; and my
baby sister, Gatery, who my mother and stepfather, Mr. Charley,
adopted when Gatery was just a week old.
Gatery / Gate
It is interesting that family called my mother “Sister” and
Gatery, from the time she could talk, has always called me “Sister.”
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I have spent the last several years trying to help Gatery find
her birth mother. Gatery’s oldest daughter, Andrena (Miss “Rabi”),
has helped a lot with this challenge. We have found out bits and
pieces of information over the years about Gatery’s birth mother.
However, I believe that the missing part of her life, if found, could
help Gatery understand so much about herself. Not knowing has
been a source of great pain for her and a source of never-ending
questions, I believe. Who does not want to know who birthed them?
Also, finding her mother would no doubt help Gatery find her
biological father.
us, Mama made up her mind to stop drinking, and she became very
involved in church.
Not all people can say that they truly have known a mother’s
love; however, I can say it with a lot of confidence. I experienced
that bond of love between a mother and child. I guess that is why I
am the way I am about my children. Nobody messes with mine.
A Pattern
This move to Bay County marked a new life of respect and
prosperity for Mama and for me. I continued living with Big Ma at
the Big House for a while after Mama left, but Mama would often
send Lou, Sarah and me nice things in the mail. Finally, the day
came when Mama made me move to Florida with her and her new
husband, Mr. Charley. That day that I left, I cried my heart to pieces,
not because I did not want to go to Florida or be with Mama, but
because I was leaving behind my Lou, Sarah and Big Ma.
In hindsight, I see that a pattern was started early in my life.
That pattern was that I would experience heartache, a sad feeling of
loss, maybe depression, whenever I was separated from anybody I
loved.
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~ My Memories ~
Memory of the School Fight
After witnessing Aunt Princess’s death, my next most
memorable event in Russell County was my experience in first
grade. My first grade teacher was horribly mean. A particular
incident stands out in my mind. We children at the school had to go
to an outhouse when we needed to use the bathroom. One day I
asked my teacher several times if I could go to the bathroom;
however, she refused to let me go. Then, she sent me to the
chalkboard to solve a math problem. Well, I crossed my legs and
shifted my body, trying to control my bladder, but I could not hold
my urine any longer. Besides the embarrassment of wetting my
pants in front of everyone, the teacher whipped me with three
switches and left welts and scratches all over my legs and back.
I think this is a good place for me to repent for one fight that
I had. I regret that I fought in the church house, but my child was
targeted by a grown woman who didn’t like me; so please forgive
me, Lord.
Memory of a Shooting
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Doc never forgave Mama for shooting him and causing his
arm to have to be cut off. As revenge, Doc poisoned some whisky
that Mama drank. He did not succeed in killing her, but he came
very close. I recall the horrible scene of seeing Mama suffering as
she did. She writhed in pain, screaming for “Water! Water!
Water!” as family members rushed to and from the well to bring
buckets of water to her. Mama consumed what seemed like gallons
of water that night.
me. I was not settled enough or focused on the right goals, and my
motives for going away to college were not so great.
was very athletic, as I was at that time. Our dorm, Diamond Hall,
won the 1961-1962 FAMU Volleyball Trophy and Outstanding
Players recognition24. She eventually became a physical education
teacher. She and I still talk on the phone from time to time, and my
family went to visit with her family some years ago.
24
Dean, Joyce, Ed. FAMU Women’s Intramural News; Tallahassee, AL; Vol. I, Issue I, May 28, 1962.
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See http://www.profootballhof.com /hof/member.as px?PLAYER_ID=276); Bob Hayes
died in September of 2002.
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26
Obsessively compulsively critical, demanding, fussy, annoying
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Emmett
My daddy, Emmett, was a unique person and a ladies’ man.
I am sure that is a main reason his marriage to Mama did not work.
I am not sure how the two met, but I can see how at first, a woman
would like my father. He was a very strong man with muscles, a
neat build, a handsome face and a witty personality. He worked
hard, too, mostly outside, and he made good money for that time.
Women seemed to be drawn to him, and he to them.
My Brothers
Getting to know my daddy helped me to get to know other
members of my family. In Troy, I became personally acquainted
with two of my brothers: Andrew and Henry. Andrew and I became
quite close, and he used to come visit me often. (I think he is in
Maryland now.) Not long after I met Henry, he left for the military
and got married. I also became closely acquainted with my cousin,
Edward, when I came to Troy. Besides Andrew and Henry, I gained
two younger brothers: Emmett, Jr. and Lamar.
My Step-Mother
In addition to getting to know my brothers, I developed a
close relationship with my step-mother, Kat. She was not that much
older than I was, so we had a lot in common. Also, she was really
kind to me. Kat was a petite woman with a very down-to-earth
personality and good sense of humor. She and I are friends even to
this day. Eventually, she and my daddy separated, and she
remarried. All these years later, I still go talk to her or she will stop
by to talk to me. I love Kat; she will always be family to me.
27John Rickford (n. d.) explains that Ebonics is a term created in 1973 to identify
aspects of “black speech,” particularly related to word pronunciations that do
not follow Standard American English pronunciation norms.
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A Future in Troy
As stated, I had never really been around my father while I
was growing up, and I wanted to get to know him and also get
away from my perceived place of bondage. It just so happened
that not only was Troy where I would find and develop a
relationship with my father, but Troy was also where I would meet
the man who would become my one and only husband, and the
father of my children.
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Bobby Jacob
In the summer of 1963, I met Bobby Jacob Money, known
as “Bob” and “Fat” to family and friends; I sometimes call him B. J.
I am glad I met Bob. I think that it was a blessing in my life, though
marriage is not easy.
28 A colloquial (possibly regional) expression for the home where many members
of a family have grown up in; it may be the first home in which a family resided
or that a family owned in a particular area, thus it has great sentimental value and
attachment value for many heirs.
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The Encounter
The summer of ‘63 when I met Bob was a difficult time. I
had lost my direction in life and I had also ended a relationship with
another guy that I cared very much for, but who chose another
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woman to marry. I was heartbroken, maybe for the very first time
in my life. Generally, my confidence level had always been high,
so I usually believed that I could have whatever or whoever I
wanted. However, that was not the case this time, and I felt so
rejected. Maybe that was also part of the reason I had such a fit to
leave Panama City -- to get a new start.
My mama and Mr. Charley lived two doors down from the
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church where Bob and I got married. Mama did everything in her
power to give us a beautiful wedding, and it was beautiful. Our
colors were mint green and ivory, and several of my Florida friends
were there.
I know that my mama adored Bob from the first time they
met, and she was very glad when we got married. She liked Bob
because he was quiet and a bit laid back in his manners. He was
also very respectful toward Mama and Mr. Charley. I am glad that
I didn’t tell Mama that Bob had said he and I were moving to
Bessemer to live in a house that one of his uncle’s had left him,
because that never happened. Mama would have been too mad at
Bob, and he would not have had peace, is she thought he’d lied.
My First Child
The following March 13, on a Friday, at the hospital in
Panama City, Florida, I birthed my first child, Bobby. I was a very
proud mama. My son was beautiful and weighed over 7 pounds,
though he was born with a hernia that required him to have surgery
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not long after his birth. The surgery went just fine and Toby began
to thrive, growing into a busy little boy who loved to flip through
encyclopedias, catch honey bees in jars, poke snakes with sticks,
burn leaves and trash (without permission) and generally do what
little boys do -- plunder. He also loved to steal his granddaddy’s
tobacco and empty out his aunts’ perfume bottles.
To Mississippi
After we left Texas, Bob and I, with Toby who was just a
toddler, moved to southern Mississippi to stay with one of his
sisters, her husband, and their three children. By then, Bob had
served out his tour of duty and had gotten hired at the Shipyard in
Mississippi. I appreciated that Bob’s sister and brother-in law let us
stay with them until we could find our own place. Here, however, I
remember what the wise Ben Franklin wrote about fish and house
guests starting to smell bad in three days29. We stayed with Bob’s
sister and husband longer than three days, because we were planning
to have a house built in the area.
Back to Troy
After we left Mississippi, we returned to Troy. We at first
moved into a house that Bob’s daddy Joseph owned. That was the
house right next door and too close to Bob’s parent’s house.
29
From Benjamin Franklin’s Poor Richard’s Almanac (1736)
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31
SECTION NOTE: In Part II: HER STORY CONTINUED, I conclude
Momma’s biography in my own words, filling in details that either I recall or that
I collected from others with firsthand knowledge based on their personal
observations or interactions with her, or based on conversations with her.
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Half asleep. That is often how I felt. Still, that did not discourage
my mother, Johnnie Mae, from sitting on the edge of my bed and
talking up late-night storms or early-morning sunrays.
chance to rest for a little bit, because the day will probably come
when I will wish for a moment like this, when Momma seems okay
and nothing dramatic is happening.”
§
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32 A disease that presents memory loss and motor function, usually in people over
the age of 65; a form of dementia with no known cure. (http://www.alz.org
/alzheimers_disease_what_is_alzheimers.asp)
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Momma’s Blues
Occasionally Momma showed signs of the blues34. I think
her sadness had much to do with her daddy not generally being
present in her life, and especially when her mother’s death left such
an empty hole in her heart. Nearly every Mother’s Day, Momma
would lock herself in the bathroom. Obviously she was crying,
because when she would finally come out, her eyes would be red,
and they would be puffy underneath.
however, when she came out, she was just shaking her head in
disgust and frustration.
Tough Decisions
Interestingly or oddly, Granddaddy had dementia, yet he
always recognized Momma when she would come around him or
talk to him on the phone. He always greeted her by her name, which
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LaShea, and I visited him at the nursing home. The moment he saw
Momma, he began teasing her, saying something she apparently
understood; I sure didn’t. Granddaddy then made a silly face and
stuck his tongue out at Momma. She said, “Ooh, I’m gone get you
for that one, Emmett Wilson.” The two of them then took off out
the patio door. Momma was chasing Granddaddy as he giggled up
a storm, with his head thrown back and his arms waving. They made
one full lap around the courtyard and ended up back inside.
Everyone who witnessed it had a great laugh. The pair were out of
breath when they came in, but their smiles and laughter were worth
the effort they put into it. Inside, Momma hugged Granddaddy, and
Granddaddy kissed Momma’s cheek.
Homegoing
Granddaddy’s funeral service was at the local Church of
Christ behind the bank. Mr. Terry, a local baritone, sang “I’ll Fly
Away,” and lifted the Spirit. The local University Gospel choir sang
“The Lord is My Shepherd” and “When I Am Alone,” and blessed
us with their harmony. Uncle Henry thereafter preached a message
that captivated attendees, for he truly showed us “Emmett Wilson”
and “God who created ‘Emmett Wilson’.” At one point during the
service, one of Granddaddy’s younger sons became upset and left;
however, the homegoing35, including the repast, went on and was
grace-filled. Granddaddy’s obituary36 follows:
Emmett Lamar Wilson, 80, of Troy died Monday, Feb. 19, 2001 at
Edge Regional Medical Center. Services will be at 11 a.m.,
Saturday, Feb. 24 at . . . [the] Church of Christ . . . . Burial will be .
. . in Troy . . . Mr. Wilson was born Nov. 14, 1920 in Russell
County to Jim and Sarah Wilson. He was a retired concrete finisher
. . . Survivors include two daughters and [a] son-in-law . . . all of
Troy; four sons and [a] daughters-in-law . . . ; one sister . . . ; four
grandchildren . . . all of Troy; a host of nieces, nephews, other family
members and friends. Friends of the family will serve as pallbearers
and floral bearers. Visitation will be 10-11 a.m., Saturday at . . . [the]
Church.
While she was alive, Grandmother Annie Lee gave her daughter,
Johnnie Mae, what can now be termed a marriage dowry37.
Grandmother Annie would probably not have called her gift to
Momma a dowry, but it was just that. Momma, a wise steward of
her gift, shared the money with her husband who used it to buy
building materials and supplies. He and his brothers then built our
family a home of rebar concrete. Aesthetically, the home may not
have looked as Momma wanted, but that home survived tornadoes
and hurricanes. It “weathered the storms” of life repeatedly, and yet
remained standing.
38 A gift left from someone in the past and that is still evident in the present
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40
Nepotism is showing favoritism in hiring members of specific families. She did
not hire family members; they went through the entire hiring process. The jobs
paid so low most people did not want the headache of working them.
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A Promise Kept
In 1979, Momma found out that she was pregnant with her
“late-in-life baby,” as she referred to her youngest and last child,
LaShea. In 1980, Momma gave birth to “Sugar,” as everyone started
calling the new baby after Daddy’s brother, John, started her
nickname. The family was very excited to have a new baby in the
house.
41 resistant to change
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door. When she went to answer the door, she was surprised to see
that it was Principal Thomas. He was there specifically to offer
Momma job as an instructional aide at the local middle school. I
believe her reputation in the community sparked her hiring.
A New Position
After Momma earned her degree, her teacher’s aide position
changed to a full teaching position. Momma became the first STAR
(Success through Accepting Responsibility) Class teacher for the
city schools. As STAR Class teacher, she made great strides with
her students. After a few years in that position, she was moved to
another position. At first, she was very upset about the change, as
she loved being the STAR Class teacher and fulfilling her “calling”
to teach. However, as the Social Worker for the school system, she
excelled, and yet still found a way to teach groups of students in her
new position.
Momma’s Children ~
Bobby (Toby)
As stated, Bobby (nicknamed “Toby” or “Tobo”),
Momma’s first born, arrived in 1964. Despite having hernia surgery
shortly after birth, he thrived into a healthy child. As a boy, Toby
was reliable, efficient and quite helpful to Momma. He would ride
his bike to town to pay bills and get groceries, and he kept the yards
mowed and clean. He always showed initiative.
Momma and Toby were very close. They talked daily, even
after he moved. Therefore, it does not surprise me that when she
went into the hospital the last time, Toby practically moved into the
hospital, too. He brought his work with him, and that is where he
set up camp for 28 days.
Toby has worked for the same organization since 1986, and
gained promotions. He has an adult daughter, Camille, who has a
baby girl named Cayleigh. Momma certainly would have loved to
have known her first and only great grandchild.
Rebecca (Becky)
In the summer of 1968, Momma discovered that she was
pregnant with me, her second child. I was born in March of 1969.
I weighed 9 lbs. 6 oz. at birth, and apparently my arrival stirred a
few passions.
not born upstairs in Beard when she moved to Troy in the 1960s.
Therefore, when my mother showed up at the hospital, in labor, she
said the staff tried to escort her down to the basement area
designated for black patients. My mother said that she “raised holy
cane” and refused to allow them to deliver her baby in what she
termed that “basement boiler room with hot steam pipes running
overhead.”
exactly. No human can take credit for what you were able to
accomplish. Indeed, I was divinely favored to have you as my
mother.”
Though Faye weighed 9 lbs. 7 oz. at birth, she was born with
an iron deficiency. Momma said that for the first few months of life,
Faye was very frail and had many doctors’ appointments.
Eventually, however, Faye’s health improved.
45Uncertain about composer, but possibly Rev. James Cleveland; the accuracy of
lyrics here is not claimed.
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and the church would just go up in high praise. You could hear the
church mothers saying, “Sing it, baby, sing it!” Something about
that line and the way Faye sang it touched our mother’s heart and
other church mothers’ hearts.
This is a good place to explain how that rule that Momma had was
again demonstrated, this time at the church: One Sunday, when
Faye, who may have been 8 years old at the time, attempted to enter
the sanctuary of our church, a female usher who apparently had
some personal or church-related issue with Momma, slammed the
door on Faye’s hand; the lady didn’t apologize either. Momma was
almost calm when the woman finally opened the door to allow
worshippers to enter. As Momma entered the sanctuary, she pointed
at that usher and softly promised, “I’ll see you after church,” and
that is just what Momma did. After sending all of the children out
of the church, Momma approached the woman and there was a fight
in the pews. Years later, Momma said she regretted losing control
in church, and she said she promised God she would leave a church
before she ever “showed out” that way again. She kept that promise,
too. She eventually moved her membership to another church.
but she could see. I perceive that God and his angels were present
and acknowledged that very instant.
LaShea has four children, three boys and one girl: Eliakem
(her oldest son); Micah (who underwent heart surgery shortly after
he was born); Skyy (Shea’s only girl); and baby Loyal.
Unfortunately, Momma never met Micah, Skyy or Loyal. However,
Eliakem remembers “Granny” well and had a very close relationship
with her. LaShea wrote this statement that appeared on Momma’s
funeral program:
The last year of her earthly life, I was usually with Momma. I would
leave work and come straight to her house, or go pick her up from
dialysis. Sometimes she would be so exhausted from dialysis, so
weak and nauseated, that she would not talk much. Other times, she
would want to take the scenic route home, pass the university
football stadium, especially if there was a game going on. She didn’t
seem to care about the traffic either.
Dialysis Mistreatment
When I think about all that Momma experienced daily, I still
get overwhelmed. How she handled her day-to-day stress, as well
as the various personalities she faced three days a week at dialysis,
is a mystery. Some of the medical staff she encountered
behaved downright rudely, impatiently and uncaringly toward her
and other dialysis patients. This is not to say that all of the medical
personnel were bad; my mother actually had great respect and much
confidence in several of them who really cared and tried to help
others. However, others showed a nasty nature and disposition
toward patients and toward their work responsibilities.
A Silent Protest
Dialysis can exhaust the patient’s spirit as much as it can
exhaust the patient’s body. Frequently, Momma was forced to
wait for hours in the treatment center for her name to be called
though she was told to come in at a particular time for treatment.
Sometimes other patients would walk in and get called back
immediately for treatment when Momma knew she was there long
before they arrived. It seemed that some people knew exactly
when to come in and others had to come in and just wait
indefinitely, or until the staff felt like calling them back.
When I went out into the lobby that day, I sat there reflecting
on how stressful this situation was for my mother and for all who
loved her; then, I felt helpless. All I knew to do was sit, wait, and
try not to cry in front of all of those strangers.
~ In Retrospect ~
Slowing Down
After retiring, Momma noticeably started slowing down.
She began getting out of bed later and later, which unnerved family
because she had always been an early riser, one to get up at 4:00 or
5:00 a.m., to write or watch television or do chores. However, she
began getting up at 9:00, then 10:00, then 10:30, etc. All of us were
concerned at how much she had begun sleeping.
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Momma pretty much slept the rest of that day and did not
try to get up to use the bathroom at all, nor did she try to talk. I
noticed, too, that she had developed a dry cough. That concerned
me, so I mentioned it to the nurse who brought her some
medications.
The next evening, the heart surgeon came into the room to
check on Momma. He had a serious expression on his face. He
asked her how she was feeling, and she used her hand to gesture “so-
so.” In a soft voice, half looking at her and half looking at me, the
surgeon said, “Do as much as you feel you can, Mrs. Money. You
don’t have to try to walk today.”
A few hours later, the nurse came into the room and
beckoned for me to step into the hall. She then said, “The doctor
wants to return your mother to the CVICU.” My mother’s intestines
had started to fail; dialysis was not working to keep up with all of
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the fluid collecting in her body; her blood-sugar level was high; and
she was getting sicker and weaker by the hour.
I phoned Daddy and Toby to tell them what was going on.
Toby had left the hospital the day before to take a break, but when I
called, he came right back to stay with Momma, and he told me to
leave the hospital for a while. Maybe he saw that the up-and-down
nature of Momma’s physical health was taking its toll on my mental
health. I hesitated to leave and I felt some guilt about leaving the
hospital. However, if I had not gotten out of there soon, I was going
to fall apart. Before I left, Momma was able to tell the nurse to tell
me she was “tired.” I already knew this and I was trying to accept
the inevitable – that she might not survive this downturn.
~ Death Visits Twice in ‘07 ~
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That dream and vision she told me about never left the
forefront of my mind, no matter how busy I tried to keep myself
that December. I tried to push it back into a deep mental recess,
but instead it kept ebbing up foremost in my spirit; it still does
after all of these years. Even during our Christmas Eve gathering
at LaShea’s home, even while Momma prayed the most striking
and touching prayer that Christmas Eve, even while Momma
insisted on cooking Christmas Dinner, and even all Christmas Day,
the thought kept coming to my mind: “Momma saw death.”
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through with the surgery, after the holidays, regardless of the risks
and regardless of anyone else’s fears.
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CONCLUSION
CHAPTER 14: “ONE MORE TIME . . .”
My mother loved God all of her life, and she was always singing
church songs. That is not to say that she would not use a few choice
“Sunday school” words on occasion, because, well, she was human.
However, a few years before her death, she rarely used a bad word.
She also increased her habit of humming and singing songs while
she was washing dishes, cooking or driving. Many songs that she
sang come to mind, but this one stands out in this moment:
If my mother was here today,
These are the words my mother would say,
Lord I’m glad to be in your service
One more time . . .49 (unknown composer)
49 I tried to find this song, but failed. I believe it may be a variation of the
traditional Gospel song “Glad to be in the Service,” with differently arranged
lyrics.
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singing and praying in faith. Daddy also said that he could feel the
spirit of the Lord come in and take over.
I don’t know what Momma said, but the young man’s reply
was such a familiar one. She often made people laugh and people
generally felt comfortable talking to her. Her ability to find comedy
in this situation amazes me as I now recollect on that day.
however, hear the nurse say, “She’s okay. We got her stable. She’s
okay. You all can come see her in just a minute. Only then could I
pull myself together and up off that floor.
family. Momma did not die until just after my brother finished this
statement that spoke for all of us: “You are my hero, Momma.”
That seemed to be the last word she needed to hear before she let go
of this life and before the “silver cord51” was broken.
~ Momma’s Homegoing ~
Memories of the days after Momma’s death are very foggy.
However, what I generally recall is working on the funeral
arrangements with my father and brother, going to purchase funeral
attire for Momma with my sisters, and contacting individuals to
participate on the funeral program.
53Gospel song, “May the Work I’ve Done Speak for Me” as performed by The
Consolers in the 1950s or 60s
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with every glimpse that we are blessed to see into someone’s heart,
a thousand more glimpses are yet to be seen, a thousand more
glimpses are yet to be revealed, and even after all that appears in
this story, we have only glimpsed a fraction of Johnnie Mae
Wilson Money’s heroic heart. Rest in peace, Momma. §
APPENDIX
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List originally recorded at virtual-memorials.com
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~ Special Acknowledgement~
Special thanks are extended to Virtual-Memorials friend
Alicia (Grandmother of Angel Cody) who generously paid for
Momma’s site to remain permanently established. Joining Virtual-
Memorials and constructing the site provided tremendous catharsis
and new friends during the grieving process.
~ Poem Dedication 2 ~
The following poem by LaShea Money appears at the
virtual-memorial site established in memory of Johnnie Mae
Wilson Money.
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