Lucy Gill Carver, my paternal grandmother. Mammy was plain-spoken, kind and loving. When we would visit her Beech Creek home and I got old enough, she would let me roam around their farm and fields. Exploring the fields with my dog Lucky, I discovered far distant places as far away as the Travis house a few hundred yards up the dusty road. I would return to her house and go back to the kitchen for some fresh whole millk (unpasteurized!) and homemade biscuits right out of the oven. It was a growing-up experience I never forgot and I loved her for it.

Lucy Gill Carver (1877 - 1953)