Kathy, Me and Bebe at a beach vacation a couple of years ago. |
I’m Anne Williams Cadle –
Bebe was my grandmother. I want to share
with you a few words from the perspective of her grandchildren.
- She was the South in one lady - Beautiful elegant, strong independent and resilient
- She was Scarlett o Hara meets Claree from
Steel Magnolias
- She was linen napkins, silver flatware and sweet tea from a crystal glass
- She wouldn’t wear white until Easter
- Neverraised her voice but never dismissed or misunderstood
She taught me many things
– so much about style, manners and men.
Men loved Bebe and she loved them!!!!
After my grandfather,
Albert Tatum, died I got to see Bebe on the dating scene. She had many suitors. A gentleman took us out to dinner at the
yacht club for dinner. There were 3 of
us in the front seat. I was in between
the gentleman and Bebe. We pulled up and he leaps out. I make a move to get out as well. She put her hand on my shoulder signaling me
to wait. “Oh, no Anne,” she said. Make him get the door.” This little piece of advice stuck with
me. I used it when I began dating that
man – it’s served me well.
Her sense of style was
impeccable. She has a shoe collection
that I believe Carrie Bradshaw would envy.
She wore heels everyday – Every.day… If it couldn’t be done wearing fabulous
heels it wasn’t worth doing. Another
little tidbit that has served me well.
As a girl I would go into
her closet and arrange her shoes by color.
I would try them all on and parade in front of her full-length
mirror. Last time I was in her closet I
still found myself lusting after her shoes.
This is a woman who has
never worn a pair of jeans. Kathy told
me that not long ago she saw a friend with some cute white jeans on so she went
and bought pair. Never worm them… I think of her in a crisp linen shirt, pants
and of course fabulous shoes.
Bebe was incredibly
beautiful. She had a talent for making
thing beautiful – whether she was arranging flowers, decorating a room or
making a room more beautiful with her very presence in it.
Her home always appeared
to be ready for a photo shoot from Southern living or to be featured on a tour
of homes. She has oriental rugs,
antiques from New Orleans ,
crystal chandeliers and silk pillows. The grandkids always had complete run of
the house – much to the chagrin of our parents.
In her living room is a
solid carved wood table. I can attest to
how solid this table is. Through the
years this table has served as a fort, a hiding place a step ladder, home
base. It’s a good barrier when someone
is chasing you. You can jump off of it,
climb under it and run into it. On top
of this table sits an antique tea box.
I’ve never seen anything else quite like it. It’s ornately carved wood, with carved feet
and lined in red velvet – or it used to be.
A piece like this probably should have been put up. But Bebe always kept it full of cards, games,
candy and matchbox cards. I hope the
table and the tea box always remain together.
Sure she was beautifully
put together. She was measured and not
known for spontaneity. At the same time
she was terribly fun. She loved to go to
parties and no one could dance better than Bebe. She could throw a fun
party.
On trips she was always a
good sport and game to do just about anything.
At my brother’s college graduation we must have walked 15 miles up and
down hills over the 2 day affair. By the
end we were all pretty well griping about the walking and the people and the
traffic. But not Bebe. She smiled and walked the whole time – and
she was wearing heels of course.
Maybe growing up the daughter
of a farmer in Whatley, AL but she enjoyed the finer things life. One Christmas she asked her husband, Pete,
what he wanted for Christmas. He replied
that all he really needed was golf balls.
So Christmas morning Pete opened up some golf balls from Neiman Marcus. She was a generous gift giver. Something from Bebe was always special. I got married on my birthday and had
graduated college a week before – birthday and graduation gifts weren’t really
something I’d planned to receive. Bebe
made sure I had a graduation gift.
She lived a full, full
life. Over the last year especially I
hope she felt loved, valued and respected.
We she passed she didn’t
linger. Bebe was a lady above all else
and a lady knows when to leave.
The Bible talks a good
deal about the promise of heaven and a beauty beyond comprehension. If it’s even possible, I think heaven is a
little more beautiful today because Bebe is there.
That was beautiful, Anne. I am sure heaven is brighter with her there.... she was a loved lady, as you can tell through your sweet words about her. She was blessed to have you as her granddaughter...
ReplyDeleteLove, Jane L.