Birth date: Jun 22, 1924 Death date: Jul 25, 2015
Bernice “Bee” Parks Huntley, 91, of Culpeper went home to be with the Lord on Saturday, July 25, 2015 while residing at the Baptist Retirement Community. Bee was born on June 22, 1924 in Allentown, Pennsylvania to the late Harry B Read Obituary
Aunt Bee, HAPPY 100Th BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN!
Your birthday mate Rick
Lynn-so sorry to hear of your loss. I know how difficult this time is and also know that you will get through it with the support of all your good friends. Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
JoAnne Peach
Bee was one of the nicest ladies I have known. She sat in front of me at Bethel Baptist Church and I always admired her. We all miss her very much. I had the pleasure of meeting and knowing Bill for a short time. When they would come together they always had matching colors. My deepest sympathy to Lee and Lynn and all the family. With love and remembrance, Millie Wieser
Dear Lynn and Lee:
My prayers and love are with you at this time and I will never forget your mom
she was such an inspiration whenever I was with her and I loved to hear her sing
and pray and laugh. Thank you for the wonderful birthday party you gave for her
and for all the love you gave to her. I know you will miss her so much and I
understand because I still miss my mom so much. Will see you Thursday
and I have asked the Lord to keep you in His Arms. Love, Darlene
My Aunt Bee could recite this entire poem from memory. I was amazed by that alone, but she didn't "just" recite it -- she made it come alive with her inflection changes and animated gestures and facial expressions. It was a real treat every time.
Little Orphant Annie
James Whitcomb Riley
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Onc’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,--
So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wasn’t there at all!
An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,
An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout--
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,
An’ make fun of ever’one, an’ all her blood an’ kin;
An’ onc’t, when they was “company," an’ ole folks was there,
She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn’t care!
An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,
They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,
An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she knowed what she’s about!
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
An’ little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,
An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!
An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,
An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parents, an’ yer teachers fond an’ dear,
An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,
An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
