February 2010
How Sis grew up I remember growing up with four older brothers the first six years of my life. Naturally my name was “Sis.” What else would you expect? When it came time to start school, they asked my name and I told them, “Sis Hill.” I had heard the “Hill” somewhere along the line. The teacher sent a note that I took to my mother that evening. I didn’t know why they didn’t believe that was my name! Mother sent a note with me the next day telling them that my name was Mary Elizabeth Greenhill. I didn’t have the money to eat in the lunch room. For a while I could take a quart of blackberries, tomatoes or apples and get to eat twice. Later I had to carry my lunch: old ham biscuits and fried apple pies. I survived and finished 12 years of school, then met the man of my dreams. I didn’t have money for a wedding, and neither did he. So we went to the funeral home where my pastor worked. He tied the knot, and it lasted 47 years until the Lord took my husband home where he will never want for anything. Mary Matthews, Hickory, Rutherford EMC |
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