• Graveside Service Friday, July 13, 2018

Mrs. Della Jane Naso

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Edward Morris

July 14, 2018

I'll always remember Della--or "Delly," as we called her--standing on the porch of her gray-sided house at the head of Bat Hollow on Aaron's Fork, West Virginia. She was then married to my older first cousin, Bill Morris, and was the mother of our daily companions, Faye and Frank. Sometimes, she'd just stand there with her hands on her hips, smiling as she watched us play; sometimes she'd lean forward, visibly annoyed, to remind us that we had other things to do beside play--like chores or eating supper. Whatever her mission, she was always a benign and sheltering presence. The last time I saw her was in the late 1980s, just before our older brother, Darrell, died. Again, she was on a porch, this time the one attached to the white frame house I was born in. She and Bill were living there, and Darrell and I had stopped by after having walked up to what remained of our long-ago farm. All the porches have gone now, but not my memories of when the "hollow" was loud with the shouts of children and presided over by Della's loving eyes.