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				Naomi Artis Wright Higginbotham Another (very) brief biography
		I will attempt to recreate from my memory some of the life of my mother as best I can.  Mom was born May 30, 1909 in Buffalo, West Virginia, the second of four children.  She had an older sister, Janice, and two younger brothers, John Edwin, and Hiram.  Her father, John E. Wright, was a lockmaster on the Ohio and Kanawha Rivers.  For a while, when Mom was very young, probably around first or second grade, the family moved to Washington, WV.  Mom said she remembered living there one year and attending school in Ohio, across the river at Little Hocking.  A friend rowed the children across the river in a rowboat to and from school each day.  She remembered that winter it was very cold and the Ohio River froze over, and a for few days she and the others walked on the ice across the river to school.  Mom's parents, my grandparents, both died in the 1919 flu epidemic that hit the country, leaving the four children orphaned.  The four of them were split up among various other relatives, though they never lost touch with each other.     Mom went to live with her Aunt Blanche (Rood) Roush in 1919 who was living in Middleport, Ohio.  She stayed there until she married Dad in 1928.  The story of how Mom and Dad met and married is in Dad's bio on this web site.  For a while after they were married, both Mom and Dad were working, sometimes on opposite shifts.    Mom was told at an early age that she would never bear any children, so in 1935 Mom and Dad adopted my brother David while they were living in Akron, Ohio.  They were surviving the Great Depression and things were not easy for them, but they made it through all right.  Dad was fortunately working throughout the depression, and shortly after that felt the call to the ministry.  Mom dutifully supported Dad in all of his endeavors.    In was in 1951, while the family was living in North Carolina, that I proved the doctors to be wrong by being born.     After Dad died in 1989, Mom fell ill to cancer, and despite various treatments, she died on March 7, 1991 at the age of eighty-one.    While I'm sure there are many stories that could be told about Mom's experiences, the best thing I can say about her was that I would not have traded her for the world.
			Mom and Dad on their 60th Wedding Anniversary, April 28, 1988