She remembers oaks and dogwoods,
Shouldering Highway 17,
From Georgetown to Myrtle Beach,
God’s country, as has ever been seen.
She remembers taking a ferry,
Across the Winyah Bay.
She's always counting flowers,
And blessings on her way.
From the Waccamaw River to Little River,
Her Dodge knew the road,
And everybody that’s known Grandma Gordon,
Knows the love she sowed.
She came from the house of Burgess,
She met up with the Gordon clan.
A century of life, love, wisdom, modesty,
And she only loved one man.
The sun rose on Murrells Inlet.
It set on the Sandy Isle.
My Aunt Aleene and Uncle Herman,
Had character and style.
Herman drove these elegant,
Old and classy Packard cars.
He made the best shrimp-creole,
And smoked such huge cigars.
They lived by a fresh water creek,
Beside a fresh water pond.
The ocean was across the road.
Memories stir, of which, I'm fond.
Grand-daddy Gordon took me in.
On the farm across that creek.
Grand-daddy became my daddy,
When my family’s fate was really bleak.
Huntington and Brookwood Gardens,
Were within a few moments’ reach.
Garden City and Surfside were nice,
But Litchfield was our Retreat Beach.
There was wild life and good times.
From Pawleys Island to Ocean Drive.
We loved our Grand Strand,
It was a great time to be alive.
So I’ve known our Grandma Gordon,
For 60 years or so.
She and mom taught me things-
Great things that all should know.
"Never believe a rumor."
"Be serious when you need be.
But retain a sense of humor."
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
“Never say you can’t.”
Now she’s more than most.
She’s a beautiful century plant.
“Be kind, keep good thoughts.
Speak softly, stand up straight.
And remember that a “pe(e)can”,
Is something in which you urinate.”
John Gordon - father to Herman, John Jr., Lucille, Charlie, Myrtle Lee - grandfather to Wesley, Gerald, Wayne, Charlotte, Pam, Guerry, Michael - Great Grandfather to Joe, Wes, Taryn, Deb, Sandy, Tracy, ... Great Great Grandfather to...Wayne Jr....
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