Addie May (Jarman) Hanscom

Addie May Hanscom (Jarman) born August 6th, 1926, formally of Jacksonville, NC and currently of Charlotte, NC went to be with Jesus at 2:15 P.M on the 24th of July 2021 and also went to be reunited with Her husband Elliott Hanscom, Her daughter Bonita Hanscom and Her son Bert Hanscom.  There are so many to be reunited with there in Heaven that I am afraid if I tried to list them all I would miss many of their names and many I do not know their names because they were Addie’s friends.  Some of Addie’s closest family members who have been waiting for Addie include her father Nace Jarman, her mother Lula Marshburn Jarman, her brothers Edward Jarman, Samuel Jarman and Balton Jarman.

Addie is survived by Her sister Lucy Parker and Her brother Charles Jarman, her sons Terry Hanscom, Dennis Hanscom and her granddaughter Angela.

A few of the things that mom did was work in a Dime Store, a Laundry on the Marine Base, as a Nurses Aid in a hospital, a caretaker, a caregiver, a cake decorator, a cook at a school and Day Care and oh how the children loved Miss Addie and the food she prepared.  She took excellent care of my Sister Bonita for all Bonita’s life (Mom was perfect for Bonita and Bonita for Addie).  She was a mother and a friend, and it is not a surprise to anyone who knows Addie, that Family and Friends were one of the most important parts of her life.  I know many will miss her but she is now free of pain with Jesus and with other family members and friends.

Mom was 94 and a few days from 95 but she was more than ready to go and see her Sweetheart Elliott again.  They were made for each other. I would like to repeat what Bill Helms said at Elliott’s Memorial.  But I will just repeat the end of the Remembrance - Bill had brought two fish plates to Mom and Dad because Dad would not eat the nursing home food “While Addie was still eating, Elliott looked over at me and said.  “You know, I think she gets prettier with age.”  Then he turned to Addie and said, “Addie, I love you!”  “I love you too Elliott!”

Bill summed up “71 years and still madly in love.  That’s Addie and Elliott”. 

And the last full (almost) meal mom ate was a fish plate a friend from church brought to her.  Thanks to so many friends.

I understood Dad about the food thing because the same nursing home prepared for mom a can of raw, straight out of the can, cold, tomato soup. Personally, some of the best time I spent with Mom was almost exactly 3 1/2 years ago, in the nursing home. 

I believe in a wonderful God, and I share now what I just now realize.  I will try to explain below.  I know not all people know our wonderful God and His Son Jesus.  My Mom and Dad made a profession in faith, years ago, in the Son of God, Jesus the Christ the Savior of the world.  That is why I believe they are together now.   

I took Mom the meals my wife Ruby prepared for her.  She did not have to eat that awful nursing home food.  But Addie did not understand Dad had died.  Her mind was not all there yet.  One day she looked at me and said, “Is he really dead?”.  She almost died when Dad died, both on the 3rd floor of the hospital at the same time.  And they sent her to the same “bad food” nursing home the day after Dad died, only Dad was not there for her this time.  And she did not fully understand that yet or maybe never fully understood.

Best explained by Bill said in his Remembrance at Elliott’s Memorial, “Elliott and Addie!  Addie and Elliott!  It is difficult for me to separate those two names.  I can’t think of one without the other.  In my mind and in my heart they are one.  Like two peas in the same pod.” 

It was almost sad that Mom could not have been with Dad for the last 3 1/2 years and had to wait until now.  It was not easy taking care of Mom when she came home without Elliott.  If you knew how Addie was With Elliott, then imagine how it was for Addie Without Elliott.  No one could fill the void of that kind of love.  Not me, not anyone.  I was the person she saw every day, Not Elliott. 

But now her pain is gone, mentally as well as physically because She is now back in Elliott’s arms.  That I believe.

And Bonita!  What a reunion I bet that was and is. 

I bet Addie misses all her loved ones here and especially her daily talks with her sister Lucy.  They will begin their talks again but this time face to face.

Below is a story Addie wrote years ago about her earlier years.

The story begins:

My life began on August 6, 1926. There were six of us children in all.

My growing up years were full of hard work and plenty of fun also.  We were farmers.  My mama and daddy owned sixty acres of land with twenty acres being farmland.  Our main crops were tobacco, corn, and peanuts.  We worked hard even when we were very young.  We were up and in the field by daylight before it got so hot.

I remember hearing daddy grind the coffee in the coffee mill and then smelling the breakfast cooking.  Mama always made biscuits for breakfast and grits or rice, maybe some bacon or side meat and eggs.

We were lucky to have a cow most of the time, chickens, and hogs.  We killed our hogs on the coldest days.  We killed as many as eight or ten at a time.  Our neighbors helped us and then we helped them on their day.  It took about two days.  We had to dry up the fat for lard.  We got cracklings from that, and meat skins cooked real crisp.  We made our sausage and liver pudding and hogs head cheese.  We had a smoke house to cure the meat and a pork barrel for the pork.

We had no electricity until I was eighteen years old.  Our milk was kept down in the well. We had a safe (that is what it was called).  The leftover food was kept there.  But the big family we were, there more than likely wasn’t anything left over.

We had to walk a mile to meet the school bus, then ride seven miles to school.  It was so cold in the winter, and we had to wear long cotton stockings.  I hated them.  We lived seven miles from town which was Jacksonville, North Carolina.

We were poor people, but so was everyone else.  Now I look back and realize how lucky we were.  We never missed a meal or went hungry.  We had a big garden and did plenty of canning vegetables.

We carried our school lunches in a paper bag, sometimes in a little pail.  We seldom had what we called light bread sandwiches.  I remember some of the town girls wanting to trade their sandwiches for our biscuits.  We never knew what we would have in our lunches.  Sometimes a piece of sausage or side meat or egg, peanut butter and jelly.  It was always good.

Our water pump, the kind you have to prime to get it started, was at our back door.  We cooked on a wood stove.  Mama made some of the best biscuits and cakes on that stove.

Now wash days were something else.  We had to scrub the clothes on a wash board and boil them in a wash pot.  The men wore heavy overalls.

We hung out some pretty white clothes.  Mama used bluing to help make them white.  We finally got a wringer type washer after we got electricity.

We used to go huckleberry picking in the woods.  We had a peach tree but us children had a hard time waiting until they got ripe.  Also had an apple tree, a pear tree, and a black walnut tree.

Mama taught us to cook at an early age.  I made my first biscuit when I was twelve years old.  My sister and I cooked our first meal when I was eleven and my sister Lucy was ten.  Mama just turned us loose in the kitchen and we did it all.  We were pretty proud of ourselves.

We played with our dolls and paper dolls until we were about twelve years old.  Now a days they have boy friends at about that age.

On Sundays we went to a Presbyterian Sunday School.  My daddy loved the Presbyterian Church and mama went to a Primitive Baptist Church.  We all went with mama.  It seemed like it lasted all day.

Now for the fun times.  We played such games as “Ain’t no bears out tonight”.  We played that after dark.  We also jumped the board and jump rope and jack rocks and even played marbles with the boys, and softball in the cow pasture.

Mama made all our dresses on her old treadle machine (I still have that).  She also made our doll clothes.

And I can’t leave out the quilts she made.  There was always a quilt hanging from the ceiling to be let down and worked on.  The neighbors came and helped.  That was our quilting party.  We always had cookies and coffee or some kind of dessert and drink.  My sister and I enjoyed helping quilt and listening to all those ladies gossiping and talking about old times.

At seventeen I joined the FBI to go to work in Washington, DC.  I came to Charlotte and got fingerprinted and sworn in.  My first trip to a big city.  My brother Balton went with me. When we got off the bus, we gave a taxi driver directions and got in.  To our surprise he made a U-turn and he let us out - across the street!  The building had revolving doors.  First, I had seen.  Balton went in first and I went in with him, instead of waiting for the next opening.  I stepped all over him and he was not happy. Balton went home and I stayed all of two weeks and got so homesick I got on the bus and came home.  I never have regretted that decision.

Addie Hanscom

Memorial for Addie Hanscom to be held at 2 P.M. on the 9th of August at Grace Crossing Church, 5600 Rocky River Road, Charlotte NC 28215 with Jason Blanton officiating. 

Addie has donated her body for Medical Research.

IN LIEU OF FLOWERS,

PLEASE MAKE DONATION TO -   GRACE CROSSING CHURCH at the above address or go to https://gracecrossingcharlotte.org/give

then click on “Click Here to Give Online”

Click on the box below FUND and select OTHER. 

Now Under NOTE Enter ADDIE HANSCOM and fill in the amount to give.  Go down the page and complete donation.  Thank You.

Jesus please tell mom we’ll see her later.​

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