I was fortunate to meet Maggie Teasley McDowell.
She was a person who wanted to live not just the length of her life, but the width of it as well. She passed away last week and would have been 101 years old in June.
McDowell was born and raised in Indian Land and moved to Charlotte with her granddaughter and great-grandson, the apple of her eye.
She came back to attend many functions and family outings in Indian Land. I saw her last at the annual Family and Friends Memorial at the Gold Hill African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church. She looked so elegant in her black suit, and a beautiful black hat with a large feather, singing her heart out.
Oh, by the way she rode a motorcycle. She also rode to her 100th birthday party followed by 100 friends on motorcycles from Charlotte to Indian Land. In Charlotte, the police halted traffic at the square so they could ride through.
Can you imagine the changes she had seen? One hundred years ago, the price of sugar was 4 cents a pound, coffee 15 cents a pound; the maximum speed limit was 10 miles per hour and the life expectancy in the United States was 47 years old.
I wish I had known her longer. She was not only a godly person, but she had so much wisdom to share, was so kind and always smiling. She loved to fish and she loved the wind blowing through her hair on the motorcycle.
What an amazing woman she was.
Author Ursula K. LeGuin wrote, “It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end.”
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