Dear Me Sudz: The Life and Times of Addie May
K.W. Attle Jr.
Copyright © 2018 K.W. Attle Jr.
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First Edition
NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING
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Red Bank, NJ 07701
First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2018
Cover concept by Jaleena Snowden
ISBN 978-1-64096-306-1 (Paperback)
ISBN 978-1-64096-307-8 (Digital)
Printed in the United States of America
Table of Contents
Addie May Jones about 1901
Addie May Jones about 1949
Addie May Jones 1881-1973
To my grandmother, Addie May,
A life of service to her fellow human beings was her ultimate goal.
Preface
Tears flowed gently down Addie May’s face as the final notes of Rock of Ages drifted from the room where she had been confined to her bed for the past thirteen years. The voice was her grandson who had asked upon entering her nursing home room if there was anything he could do for her. Silence was the answer, for she could not speak. Another stroke had taken her voice. The boy, knowing how much she had missed the active role she had played in her church, remained silent for a moment before suggesting she might like him to sing for her. Addie May nodded in agreement. There was no hesitation in selecting her favorite song, and he began to sing without accompaniment:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee …”
As he sang, a faint smile crossed the right side of her face, the left side frozen in place by paralysis. Coming to the end of the first verse, he reached in the drawer of her bed stand and pulled out her well-worn Bible. Inside the front cover was glued a copy of the song. Again he began to sing, verse 2, verse 3, and as he sang verse 4;
When my pilgrimage I close, Victor o’re the last of foes
When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne
Rock of Ages, Cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.
Tears expressed the innermost thoughts of joy as she lay confined to that little space. It would not be long before her last breath on earth would be the opening of the next life and she welcomed it. It was a full minute before she slowly raised her right hand just a bit and pointed her index finger. “One more?” questioned the boy, and Addie May gave a slight nod. What to choose? What did he know? Then he remembered the hymn Addie May would hum years ago as she went about her daily activities. He could hear that melody as clear as if it was the song he just sung, but the words were lost. He began to hum, and Addie May half smiled in response. That smile brought the words of the chorus to him as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning; he sang:
Don’t you hear the bells now ringing? Don’t you hear the angels singing?
’Tis the glory Hal-le-lu-juh Ju-bi-lee (Ju-bi-lee)
In that far-off sweet forever, just beyond the shining river.
When they ring those golden bells for you and me.
He hadn’t looked at her while trying to remember the words, but as he finished the chorus, the words of the first verse came to him and he began:
“There’s a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever, and we only reach that shore …”
He raised his eyes to see the tearstained face motionless. The melody faded into silence. Addie May had passed into that sweet forever.
For ninety-two years this woman had been the determining force for so many. She quickly learned as a child to overcome adversity, not only from her parents who desperately tried to change