Aunt Buna Tribute, By Hilda Arrowood Olive

Aunt Buna was six months shy of her 100th birthday, at her passing.

This loving tribute was written for her by Hilda Arrowood.

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She was quite a lady, so kind and thoughtful, too.
Knew just what words were needed to hear, to see us through.
What a reunion they are having in Heaven, those sisters three,
Praising God and waiting for the rest of their family to see.

Those summer vacations I spent at her house, must have been tough,
she didn't need another " young-un" to wait on, Lord knows she had enough.

Being a preacher's wife was a pretty hard job,
especially if your oldest child was anything like Bob.
I know he loved me because he would plead and beg,
for Mama to let me visit with them, so he could break my leg.

I must have enjoyed it because I kept going back
All the love from her family, that I got, took up the slack.
Don't weep, dear cousins, your Mom is walking the Streets of Gold.
I'm head of the clan now, at only eighty years old.

Your leader is kind of feeble now and on a walker,
But God gave me a wagging tongue, and I've been called a talker.


I love you.
Hilda
May 2010

Aunt Ollie, By Hilda Arrowood Olive

Hilda is the eldest of the children of Lewis William Arrowood and Maude Rose Hull Arrowood. She is almost eighty years old and writing beautiful poems, still. God Bless you Aunt Hilda.





We had a special Aunt down here, but she's an angel now,
Everyone is happy she's home and we will get along, somehow.
What a time she's having with her sisters and her Lord.
She enjoyed living and never seemed bored.
I'll never forget her saying, "Stop and smell the coffee", to me,
she knew we needed to slow down to look for all the beauty to see.
Her two sons are special and she loved them so,
And her grandchildren would have been the reason,
for her not wanting to go.
She planned a birthday party for me, such plans she did make,
While running up the stairs, she fell and her elbow went through the cake.

She had many nieces, but I was first to come along,
she loved me dearly and according to her, I could do no wrong.
Most of her life, she lived with Grandpa and Grandma Hull,
when we all went to visit, it was anything but dull.
We were so blessed to be part of a family like that,
she was so pretty dressed up and sometimes, she wore a hat.
The movie stars of her day, they could not compare,
everyone who saw her, could not help but stare.
She was the baby of the family, but to me she was a queen.
Her sweet smile, black hair, and the prettiest face I have ever seen.
She would say to us, get ready, to come live on that beautiful shore.
When our time comes to cross over, she will be waiting inside the door.