Remembering Aunt Sadie

That the Scott family is a little “different” is an understatement.  We have our characters.

I was about 7 or 8 years old when I met my Pappaw Scott’s sister, Sadie.  She was pretty much a free spirit.  We were going to a family reunion in Wise, Virginia, across from the Fairgrounds at Aunt Lillie Beverly’s house.  The excitement at this gathering was the rumor that our cousin, George C Scott would be there.  Of course, he didn’t come, but his dad and granddad were there.  His granddad Will went around and hugged every woman there.  Besides this bit of familiarity, there was Aunt Sadie.  She had come to this reunion prepared.  She passed out gifts to each family there.

I’ll get back to that in a moment.

Aunt Sadie was married four different times.  That’s pretty mild for our family.  I think she was married to Uncle Harry Vaughn by this time, her last husband, and the one who was still with her at her death in 2007.  It was her marriage to Uncle Harry that kind of settled her down.  They loved to research the family’s history.  I had already gotten the genealogy bug by this time, but when Harry and Sadie came to my grandparents’ home sometime in the early 1980s, I was shown the family tree chart they had put together.  I got a lot of information off it, yet found out later they had made some wrong assumptions about our main line.  But most of their information was very well researched.  It was their research that helped me find out I was descended from an Indian named Dale, and the man who adopted him, Patrick Porter, and the Kilgore family from Scott County, Va.

I saw Sadie the last time at the Beverly home place, the site of that reunion where I first met her.  It was about the year 1998 or so.  She tried to sit on everybody’s lap at least once.  I told you she was a free spirit.  She came by it honest, as we say in the mountains.  He daddy, James Patton Scott, in his 80s would go up to people and declare:  “I can jump over your head!”  People would look at him in disbelief and then say, okay!  He’d tell them to lay down on the floor, and then he’d literally jump over their head.  These are my genes.

Well back to the gifts at the first reunion.  That year Aunt Sadie made “sugar teats” to pass out to the family.  She took a square of cloth, placed a lump of brown sugar on it, tied it with a piece of string, and that was it.  You see, in the days before pacifiers, babies were given these things to help them when they were teething or just needed to be comforted.   Aunt Sadie was celebrating her heritage that day.

May we all learn to enjoy life like Aunt Sadie.

The Scott Aunts and Uncles at Aunt Julie's house.  Sadie is in the front row.

The Scott Aunts and Uncles at Aunt Lillie’s house. Sadie is in the front row, brown top, curly hair.

About Brad Scott

An Appalachian CrossFitter who loves Jesus and is happily married to Tammie. I have a son and a fine little grandson. In the peak of middle age, trying to figure out the rest of this journey.
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