Edith Knox Ellison was born September 14,
1908. She was the third child of Joseph and Francis Knox and grew
up in Cherokee County with three brothers and three sisters. She
joined the United Methodist Church at a young age and remained a
faithful member all her life. She was a member of the Friendship
Sunday School Class, the Happy Voyagers and the United Methodist Women.
She married Andrew Jackson Ellison on February 29, 1928 and they were
blessed with five children, four daughters and one son. (Betty
Jean Ellison Ragsdale, Edith Wynelle Ellison Hughes, Dorothy Belle
Ellison Russell, Robert Edwin Ellison and Helen Jo Ellison Harrison) Edith was called home to meet her creator on November 7, 2004. She
was preceded in death by her oldest daughter, Betty Jean Ellison
Ragsdale on August 24, 1987 and by her husband, Andrew on March 17,
1995.
Edith lived her faith. She loved
her family and was the happiest when all of her children and
grandchildren were around the table. She cooked with zeal and
always had enough food to feed "Pharaoh's Army" but keep apologizing
because there wasn't more. If you did not eat much, she would
think that she did not have enough on the table. People from near
and far praised her cooking and the open doors of hospitality. She
made everyone feel welcome to her home and table.
Her family and home were her first loves and a close second was her
garden. She loved her flowers and vegetable garden. Edith
was always happy when she was working her garden plowing, planting,
hoeing, weeding then gathering the fruits of her efforts always brought
her great joy. She loved to pick, clean, and prepare fruits and
vegetables by canning or freezing. Preparing for the feeding of
her family for the coming year. She wanted everyone involved in
the process too - it was nothing to pick, shuck, clean and prepare a
pickup truck load of corn with every family member doing their job - all
before lunch.
Helen Keller said, "The best
and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart." As her
family we understand we cannot see her, but she is and always will be
with us. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a
living presence.