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18 Fredericksburg Parent and Family • October 2014 C ecil Warren was his full name, but was affection- ately called Cee by all. When wanting to know anything about the family, I only had to ask Uncle Cee. I enjoyed listening to him recite the fam- ily history. You could see the light in his eyes as he remembered happy events. You could also see the tears as he recounted the sad ones, especially when he talk- ed about losing his only sister, my Aunt Dorothy, better known as Dot. I sometimes wrote down the family his- tory that he told me. Other times, I was neglectful, thinking I had the youth of my mind on my side. I also believed Uncle Cee would be around to tell the history for a long time. How naïve could I have been? No, death did not rob me of my Uncle Cee and his stories. It was another thief that came and robbed him of his ability to tell them. That thief was Alzheimer's. Prior to the theft, Uncle Cee was a strong and active man. He was over 6 feet tall and muscular. He farmed tobacco, or "bacca" as we Southerners called it. He worked from sun up to sun down insuring all his crops were taken care of. Of course, there were some things that he couldn't control. In those instances, he prayed a lot. Working a farm was not easy work, but it was work he loved. The payments came slowly as tobacco usually sold in the fall. You could work hard from I Can't Remember Your Name but I Remember I Love You... BY JANETT L. HODNETT Every family has one, though called by different names: the family historian, scribe or griot. They are the ones who know the facts and fictions of the family. In my family, it was my Uncle Cecil. spring through summer and not see a profit until November. But again, for Uncle Cee, he wouldn't change his way of life for anything. I can't remember when he was robbed. I only know that he had to go to a nursing home because my Aunt Vernell couldn't take care him based on his size and hers. We would visit him and still carry on the usual conversations. Then one day, things were different. I was going toward him and he was smiling, there was the same light in his eyes. When I asked him if he Uncle Cee making soap.