The following poem was written about my Great Grandma and Grandpa Anderson
from the perspective of my cousin James L. Phillips.
AUNT BELLE AND UNCLE WILEY
Now I remember when I was just a little lad
How I'd go to Tennessee with dear ole' dad
I can remember how happy my daddy would be
When we rolled thru Kentucky and go to Smokey Junction Tennessee
We'd get there at two in the morning and knock on Wiley and Belle's door
Won't be long till you would hear Aunt Belle walking across the floor
She would yell out, "Lord, Herbert honey, is that you?"
Daddy would say yes, Belle honey, and I got Jimmy with me too
Aunt Belle would let us in, hug us and tell us to get to bed
We'll talk a whole lot tomorrow morning after we all been fed
PHOTO OF Gr. GRANDPA & GRANDMA ANDERSON with ME (TONY GERBER) and 1st cousin TERESA ANDERSON c1970
The day after we ate, Daddy and Wiley would get on their way
They would go here and there and everywhere
To see who all they could see that day
I'd go down the hill over the rocks
and dive in the river and swim real hard
All the kids down there was my cousins
And we would swim and swim till we all got tired
Now we would all gather back in and it was one more sight
What all Aunt Belle would fix for supper that night
After supper we would all get ready and off to church we would go
Now there was a lot of people at church I didn't even know
Seems like when we all go to singing Amazing Grace
God's love came down and blessed everyone in the place
Next day when we left out Belle would hug us and have a tear in her eye
Then she'd tell us if we never see you again
Honey, we'll get together in the sweet by and by.
email TONY GERBER at: gerb@mindspring.com
