(Hubbard, Papa (Henry Ashe), Henry Emmett —youngest son, and Willard top row,
seat William Hobson Thomas, Momma’s Dad and Momma, Ruth, Laverne.)
My Momma was the only grandchild/Niece of a large warm wonderful family on her Mother’s side.
(1929-2000)
She grew up knowing her Wootton grandfather, whom she called Papa, just as everyone else did.
(Her maternal Grandmother, Grace Elizabeth Hubbard Wootton 1879-1918) died from an ear infection when the youngest of the nine children was just two years old)
(Momma on her way to school one morning)
This large wonderful, warm, funny, family always got together whenever they possibly could.
Momma would tell me that Papa (Henry Ashe Wootton 1871-1940) was a most interesting man. She loved listening to the stories he told about his life and the lives of her Mother and all her Mother’s siblings, and his love of his life, Grace. (Papa never remarried.)
Henry Ashe Wootton
One thing that always stuck her mind was Papa would say: “Look at the sky, marvel at its wonders, and also look at the ground, for you can find spectacular things there also”.
Momma said Papa’s desk had fun things he had found while out walking…an interesting rock, a bird’s feather, a shiny bit of this and that.
I must be a wee bit like Papa for I look always to the sky
And I watch closely on the ground
Yesterday afternoon, while taking some stuff to one of the outbuildings
My heart, mind, and eyes
Were dazzled by a tiny wee heart just waiting to be found.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
