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Faye McClelland Brittingham
Hodges-Moore Funeral Home
Little Faye awoke to the sound of songbirds at 5 a.m. on a farm in southeast Georgia, just before the sun crept above the horizon. She would drop out of bed every morning at this time, then go to the kitchen. It was the spring of 1927 and she was only 5 years old, but her mother had taught her to make biscuits. There, she climbed on top of a stool by the counter so she could reach the ingredients, left there by her mother an hour before. Dutifully, she mixed her biscuit dough, rolled them out and shoved them in a hot oven before dressing herself for the day. Soon, her mother and father would appear from the fields to have their breakfast and address the needs of their two small children. The routine of daily work and self-reliance, learned at this early age, would prepare her for the difficult years that lay before her and define her personal strength and determination for the rest of her life.
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