Brent Johnson was five years old when he attended his first Johnson family
reunion. As he ran through the Johnson family home playing with cousins
that he had just met for the first time, he saw an old lady to whom he had not
yet been introduced. She was sitting
in an extremely large chair smiling with delight and looking at all the family
members gathered together. Paying
her little attention, and thinking that she was just some elderly relative, he
went along his way. Later that day,
as he passed through the same part of the house he realized that the woman and
her chair were both missing. Puzzled by this he went into the kitchen and
asked his mother where the old lady had gone and what had happened to the very
large chair in which she had been seated. The
kitchen full of people grew silent.
“What do you mean, Brent?” His
“The old lady in the big chair, I saw her earlier.
Where did she go? And how
many people did it take to move that chair?”
Obviously shaken the child’s mother and rest of the people from the
kitchen urged the child to show them where he had seen this old woman. When
he pointed out the corner in which she had been sitting many of the family
members began to cry, while others just smiled.
Brent Johnson’s great grandmother Rosetta Johnson had passed away six years before he would go to his first family reunion. The adult Johnson’s remembered fondly the reunions that they had attended during the life of Rosetta Johnson; and they all remembered how she would just sit in her very large, overstuffed chair and smile happily while she watched her family.