A September day

Monday, September 25th, my brother Mark and I traveled down east and south to the little town of Dublin, NC, in Bladen County, to attend the funeral of our Uncle Ewell, the last brother of the Robeson clan to pass on. (Our Daddy has been gone for almost 12 years)

It was a beautiful day, and it's always good to see dear relatives that we seldom see anymore. Uncle Ewell had lived a long and blessed life, having turned 91 in August. He was a Godly man who loved the Lord, his family, his church, and playing Scrabble. (I thought it was ironic I had a game of Scrabble in my car:))

The service was special. Two retired pastors spoke who had known him well. We heard the details of his life that Mark & I didn't normally see. He was a lay speaker and active in the community all of his life. We sang "Beulah Land" and "The Land of an Uncloudy Day".
I knew he was creative as well. He made grapevine wreaths and baskets in his later years after he retired from farming and running a grocery store. He also liked telling stories and would slyly "pull your leg", as the old saying goes:) All the Robeson's loved to laugh:)

We caught up on news from our many cousins, and enjoyed the fellowship of family. Uncle Ewell and Aunt Isabelle had 10 children, so you can imagine how much fun it was for our family to go to their house as we were growing up:) All ten were there and everyone felt the day was one of celebration.

A day of happy rememberances, a day to get reacquainted, a day to say good-bye to a gentle man who loved to grin and smile.
He always loved a visit from his neices and nephews too:)