Tonight Emily reminisced about her brother Ben.
Brothers - there were seven among my siblings - six older than I. Ben, the oldest was always helpful and kind. He was always a dependable, responsible person.
In the fall of 1934, Ben went to Oklahoma to finish High School. He stayed with our grandmother VanSant, Mama as she was known. Vernon Vaughn had gone back to Sandy Hook for an extended visit with Daddy's cousin Mary VanSant. The rest of the family moved from Wayne County to Mount Victory in March of 1935 to the first house we lived in, a big two story white frame house across the lane from the last house where Mother and Daddy lived.
One early summer morning, my younger brother Tom and I were having a delightful time sliding down the bank beside the road. A young man came walking up the road and as he approached us he said, "Can you tell me where the Van Sants live?" Of course we pointed to the home close by. He said nothing more as he walked toward the house.
Tom and I ran to the house to find out who he was and arrived just as he greeted Mother with a kiss. Only then did we recognize our big brother Ben!
Winter has finally hit here in Chattanooga. It was 17 degrees this morning and only got up to 34. That's cold for the thin blooded southern branch of the family!
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