My father, William F. Reeve, lived in a building owned by Miss Sara in his youth. He would frequently take us back to visit her when we were in Louisville.
My memories invariably involve lime freezes served in metal cups that were so cold it made your hand sting, but they were just too good to put down. She always put in a silver straw/spoon and boy did we think that was fancy.
I remember the heavy door with the buzzer on it and the little tiles on the floor. Aunt Sara would open the door, her white hair neatly tucked in a snow white bun. I swear she always smelled of lavender and lilacs.
She and Miss Mattie had a love of purple that made their living quarters a whimsical delight: orchid, magenta, violet, periwinkle, grape. They were all represented.
She had a wedding wall that I loved to stare at. It was covered with wedding photos of people whose lives she had touched. My parents were on that wall. "They must be important people, too" I thought. And of course, To Miss Sara and Miss Mattie everyone was important.
She had photos everywhere. Many with famous people, presidents, and diplomats. She loved when we would ask about them. She taught me early on just how much influence one person can have on the world around them.
She was a class act, a strong determined woman that said what she believed and believed what she said. She was dignified and eloquent yet at the same time simple and sweet. She was not swayed by public opinion. I can only hope that the example that I set for my children and grand children is so positive.
My father, William F. Reeve, lived in a building owned by Miss Sara in his youth. He would frequently take us back to visit her when we were in Louisville.
My memories invariably involve lime freezes served in metal cups that were so cold it made your hand sting, but they were just too good to put down. She always put in a silver straw/spoon and boy did we think that was fancy.
I remember the heavy door with the buzzer on it and the little tiles on the floor. Aunt Sara would open the door, her white hair neatly tucked in a snow white bun. I swear she always smelled of lavender and lilacs.
She and Miss Mattie had a love of purple that made their living quarters a whimsical delight: orchid, magenta, violet, periwinkle, grape. They were all represented.
She had a wedding wall that I loved to stare at. It was covered with wedding photos of people whose lives she had touched. My parents were on that wall. "They must be important people, too" I thought. And of course, To Miss Sara and Miss Mattie everyone was important.
She had photos everywhere. Many with famous people, presidents, and diplomats. She loved when we would ask about them. She taught me early on just how much influence one person can have on the world around them.
She was a class act, a strong determined woman that said what she believed and believed what she said. She was dignified and eloquent yet at the same time simple and sweet. She was not swayed by public opinion. I can only hope that the example that I set for my children and grand children is so positive.