Two posts in one day....I must have a lot on my mind!:) Most of you know that Elizabeth's middle name is McLane, which is my Meemaw's maiden name. I absolutely adore my Meemaw and was able to pass on her great name to my daughter, which was such an honor to me. My relationship with my Meemaw is such a blessing and is based on unconditional love. She has always been there for me and is just the most amazing woman who has loved me through even my darkest moments. Our family is full of great McLane women and we all have such a strong bond. I hope Elizabeth will grow up to know and love these women like I do! My Aunt Alane, wrote this amazing poem about the McLane women. I was so proud of her when mom read this poem to me. Alane has such a sweet heart and an obvious talent for putting her thoughts on paper. Alane, I am proud to be your niece and a fellow McLane woman! Thanks for writing this wonderful poem about our family. I love all you crazy women!:) Here is her poem.Praise Poem
I am 5 feet 6 inches of white, sun-damaged, passionate southern charm
Raised in the heart of smalltown S.C. to be a gentle, tenderhearted steele magnolia
By the McLane ladies of the backwoods of Birmingham, Alabama.
I was taught to kill the world with kindness as sweet and smooth as dripping golden honey.
But don’t be fooled.
I was also taught to let the redneck of my heritage surface like a fierce, dark lioness
When my family hurts – just like my Mamaw would do.
Life is like the S.C. landscape – plains, valleys, hills, and mountains
With the exhilarating, rejuvenating mountaintop experiences being few and far between
And the lonely, drought-stricken white-knuckled valleys seeming forever and eternal.
One thing I know for certain though is I never walk alone.
On those mountaintops, I hear the tinkling laughter of those sassy, strong southern women of mine.
And in those low places, I feel their strong arms and taste their metallic tears mixed with mine.
No, I will never walk alone. I am of the McLane clan.
I am 5 feet 6 inches of white, sun-damaged, passionate southern charm
Raised in the heart of smalltown S.C. to be a gentle, tenderhearted steele magnolia
By the McLane ladies of the backwoods of Birmingham, Alabama.
I was taught to kill the world with kindness as sweet and smooth as dripping golden honey.
But don’t be fooled.
I was also taught to let the redneck of my heritage surface like a fierce, dark lioness
When my family hurts – just like my Mamaw would do.
Life is like the S.C. landscape – plains, valleys, hills, and mountains
With the exhilarating, rejuvenating mountaintop experiences being few and far between
And the lonely, drought-stricken white-knuckled valleys seeming forever and eternal.
One thing I know for certain though is I never walk alone.
On those mountaintops, I hear the tinkling laughter of those sassy, strong southern women of mine.
And in those low places, I feel their strong arms and taste their metallic tears mixed with mine.
No, I will never walk alone. I am of the McLane clan.
Written by Alane Mills
(pictures are of some McLane women. Alane is the on the far left looking at the baby.)
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