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Trawicks moved to Bay St. Louis from Crystal Springs, MS, for the health of an ailing child on the advice of the treating physician. My father's oldest sister Mary Lawrence had rheumatic fever and a coastal area was recommended. My father recalled her well and spoke of pulling her in a little wagon. She died at the age of thirteen. The Trawicks were born Presbyterians (their grandfather was a Presbyterian Minister who perished with his wife in a New Orleans Yellow Fever epidemic on Oct. 8,1878).
All of my father's sisters are now Episcopalians.
I regret that I do not have vivid memories of my mother.
I can not distinguish from reality or story. Through the years I've heard many stories and confuse my recall with the stories.
I do know all of her family and friends have only kind recollections of her being genteel, loving and sincere.
I do recall some poignant moments relating to her death when she was thirty-nine. Aunt Lucie and Uncle Van had come to stay with us while she went to the hospital. I remember asking Mama if she was going to die and she replied that if she thought that was true she would not go. She had a "tumor" removed with apparent successful surgery. Gloria and I visited her after surgery and she was reported to be doing well. Subsequently, she took a turn for the worst with death following. I remember Aunt Lucie getting a phone call from the hospital and she began to cry. Gloria and I were sent to a neighbor, the Seguins, where we prayed at a small altar they had in their home. Soon our Aunt Helen Trawick came to get us and we heard nothing further about our mother for sometime (days). Eventually we went back home and I remember Daddy telling us Mama had gone to Heaven. Daddy did not want us to know that Mama had died until after the funeral, which we did not attend. My Uncle John Hevron took Gloria and me to the Audubon Park Zoo at the time of the funeral. I do not remember that outing at all, but i't did have a lasting effect on John Hevron who has mentioned it to me each time I have seen him in the past forty years. He recalls it was the worst day of his life . I have heard many comments about Daddy's decision to not let us attend the funeral; I know that he did what he felt was best for us and considering I was seven it was probably a wise decision.