She only stood four feet eleven
But in my eyes she stood real tall.
I always get to missing Ollie
When I hear the wild geese call.
October was her favorite month.
The very first cool spell would find
Ollie making roux for gumbo.
October was her "gumbo time."
Summer months were much too sticky...
Temperatures stayed way too high.
Ollie didn’t do much cooking
And she was quick to tell folks why.
Kids were gone...the nest was empty...
She simply didn’t see the need
To pointlessly heat up the house
With hers the only mouth to feed.
Her summer menu stayed real light...
Yet Ollie really did eat well.
But knowing her I knew that she
Was longing for that first cold spell.
I called her Ollie in affection...
Playing on her mem-o-ry.
Daddy could really get her smiling
When he'd call her Ollie D.
D, of course, was meant for darling...
Though Dorsey was her maiden name.
Back then a song called "Molly Darling"
Was bringing Vernon Dalhart fame.
Daddy substituted Ollie...
Her dimples deepened when he'd sing.
She wore an O upon her ankle
And on a gold initial ring.
Ollie is gone now and this morning
It was rainy and real cool
And just as I do each October
I let my thoughts of Ollie rule
Got the big pot out for gumbo
The roux is bubbling away
O….. I miss Ollie in October
But I miss Ollie every day.
Doris Jacobs-Covington
October 1 . 20014
~~Dedicated to all Ollie's grandchildren,
great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren~~
Leviticus 19:3
Every one of you shall revere his mother
and his father, and you shall keep my Sabbaths:
I am the Lord your God.
~~Author's Note~~
I'm using Eddy Arnold's verson of Molly Darling
rather than Vernon Dalhart. This song always brings
tears to my eyes as it brings back memories when
my parents were happily in love.