Not only was she a great helper to my grandmother, she worked along side her father cutting filth and working the garden. When she was twelve years old, her father had a heart attack and was confined to bed a few short days before his death.
Wanting to know more about my grandfather and learn something from someone else’s view, I paid Great Aunt Ruby Bee a visit. I asked her what kind of a man he was. She said, “Jim was a strong man honey and I don’t mean physical strength”. She went on to tell me that she was there the night he died. “ Fred and I walked up to Jim and Altie’s after supper. We talked for awhile and at one point, Fred was going back to our house. Altie asked me to stay for a bit. Me, Altie and you mom were sitting in the kitchen talking and Jim yelled..”Ruby, are you all talking about me?” I said, “ No Jim” and he said, “ Well okay then”. A few hours later he passed.
Since the Moran family knew my grandparents, Mr. Moran allowed my mother to be with her father while he was preparing him for burial. I guess my mother wanted to be with him as long as possible. My mother truly never got over that loss. With her father now gone, Grandma moved them to Gem, WV. They lived rent free in an old farmhouse in exchange for labor in the garden and canning of the vegetables. They remained there for about 3 years and them moved back to Orlando.
Below to the left, Mary Lee Bee. to the right, Harold Quniton Cole in his WW2 uniform, before he married Mary Bee.