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Saying goodbye in Sulphur Well, KY

By Linda Marcum Waggener

The funeral and burial of my Aunt Eugenia Lee Leftwich Martin took me home to Metcalfe County - Edmonton and Sulphur Well, Kentucky today. Just a week after the Leftwich family reunion at Bowling Park in Edmonton, we came together to say goodbye to the eldest.



My normal route takes me north for work into Taylor County and back home to Columbia where I've lived for over 40 years. But for two weekends in a row now, I've gone west to where I grew up and went to school.

Of nine children born to Walter Scott and Addie Turner Leftwich, two are still living and were able to attend the funeral of their sister today, my mother Geniece, and Uncle Rondyl Leftwich of Glasgow. Today I was blessed to be with both of them and with the cousins who continue the bond we developed as children playing together on the farm and running in and out of the old Leftwich house just outside of Edmonton where all the children brought all their children for Sunday dinner.

Both my mother and her sister Eugenia married men from the northern part of Metcalfe County and so their children naturally share a bond beyond that of the Edmonton farm. Today, my husband Ed and I needed to be with Mom, and with Eugenia's son, Scotty, and his wife and five children and their families.

Today we were at the funeral home on the square in Edmonton for visitation and service where so many family and friends gathered, and then drove to the cemetery in Sulphur Well.

Each mile I was thankful to have Mom beside me remembering fun times with Aunt Eugenia as we passed through the rolling farmland between the southern and northern parts of Metcalfe County, on a road we'd driven millions of times. The funeral procession moved south on Hwy. 68-80 to the "Y" where we connected with Hwy. 70 to Sulphur Well. We passed Aunt Eugenia's green-sided ranch house and it looked like she should be standing on the porch waving. We drove down the hill to "the Well" as it was called by locals and in front of the store and restaurant, turned back up the hill to the Smith Cemetery where she was to be placed by her husband Clarence who passed away in 1987.

After the brief service at the grave site in today's fierce October wind, we were welcomed to the Sulphur Well United Methodist Church with a mile-long buffet of foods prepared by members who'd known and loved Aunt Eugenia and her family. Walking back into the church I grew up in and was saved in and then re-saved in after some sins I can't remember now because there've been way too many sins in between then and now, was like becoming a teenager again.

I had to stop and appreciate every moment and remember the people who led the worship and the singing and note that the historic church has changed little since I was there except for the losses of people who influenced me. I remembered nighttime revival meetings where one of my savings took place, windows open in hot weather, paper fans flying, preaching and shouting. I smiled remembering one of my friends who came from the northeast to marry a southern boy and having his family ask if she was saved. She innocently asked them, "from what?" I grew up being challenged to "be saved" or face the fires of hell for eternity. So that's why I thought best to do it often.

After shared hugs and good wishes at the church, Mom and I traveled back to Edmonton by way of Beechville and the good memories and fun stories continued as we passed by the home of my best childhood friend, Faye Lambirth. Her big brother was our hero and word had come that his son is hospitalized after a serious car accident so we thought to be prayerful for his condition. Faye had kind and loving parents and a terrific grandmother whose only flaw was having confounded geese that would chase and threaten us from building to building between the two homes.

Today's journey reminded me time and again of a line from a movie my husband and I treasure, "Michael", in which the archangel by that name, facing a return to heaven, gazes out over the landscape and says, "I'm gonna miss this so much." - Linda Marcum Waggener


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Scotty Martin family



2012-10-28 - Photo by Linda Waggener.
Scotty Martin's mother, Eugenia, passed away this week and family and friends gathered to remember her in funeral services today. He is shown here with his family outside the Sulphur Well United Methodist Church. Scotty Martin, Aunt Eugenia's only child, is first from left, back row.

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Sulphur Well United Methodist Church



2012-10-28 - Sulphur Well, Metcalfe Co., KY - Photo by Linda Waggener.
Eugenia Martin's services were followed by a bountiful buffet at her home church provided by family and friends who loved her. The photo above shows the interior of the Sulphur Well United Methodist Church which our families were part of and where I was saved not once but twice. The good Lord knows if I didn't work at a Baptist University where we pray over everything, I'd probably need to be back at that altar again. - Linda Waggener

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