Mrs. Doris McDaniel spoke with an old Southern accent. An accent not easily imitated even by Southerners; Hollywood always gets it wrong. She dropped her R’s which made her sound like 19th century southern aristocracy. She also wore pearls and drove a Cadillac; a great big gold Cadillac. This certainly encouraged my childhood idea that Mrs. McDaniel had descended from royal stock. I thought she was the richest woman in Shelby County. She may also have been the sweetest.
Already in her 70’s when I was a child, she still owned and ran an old store right in the middle of Vincent. Prime real estate which set the halfway mark for the Christmas Parades. I don’t know how long she had the store, it was just always there. Kind of like her: a fixture in the town. As long I could remember, she kept odd hours at the store. People knew the store was open if her Cadillac was parked out front. The store was the only place in Vincent where you could buy a set of snow skis. It was like a permanent indoor yard sale. I think she kept the store open just to get out of the house, and to see people. People always made her smile. I think people came in to see her too. They certainly weren’t looking for snow skis.
Mrs. McDaniel was Jared and Creed’s grandmother. They called her Granny Mac. She would watch them sometimes during the summer. Whenever we got a little rowdy, she would say things like, “Oh my! Boys, that’s not nice.” She had a way of sort gasping the “Oh my”, and stretching “Boys” out to have an extra syllable. Even so, I never saw her lose her composure: She was a lady.
We would hang out at her store sometimes; stopping in to say hello and to feel the air conditioning for a moment. It was usually a checkpoint before we went gallivanting down the railroad tracks. She was always happy to see us, or anyone else that came in. She treated everyone that came into her store the same way.
The last time I saw her I was an adult. “My, my, my! Look how you’ve grown.” She said energetically. I had never noticed how petite she was until I was grown.
I introduced my wife. “How are are you hon?” She reached in for a hug.
“She is beautiful Zane.” She had a way of throwing an extra syllable in my name too.
Mrs. Doris McDaniel passed away on January 11th, 2020 at the age of 95.
If you ever drive through the town of Vincent, Alabama, you’ll probably take the old parade route: Highway 231. You’ll know you’re in town once the speed limit drops to 35 miles per hour, but you really aren’t downtown until you drive under the railroad overpass. The Christmas Tree will be on your left and Florey St with all the municipal offices on your right. There is a building on the right with a big sign that reads Doris McDaniel. Just know that one of the sweetest ladies that ever lived used to run that old store.
If that sign isn’t still there, it ought to be.
9 thoughts on “Doris McDaniel”
Beautiful Zane. I will always remember what a beautiful lady she was and how yummy her cakes were.
Enjoyed your post. I had never heard that.
Will always remember Ms. McDaniels store, but best of all, my family became her neighbor in 1981. Will never forget the night our front doorbell ran and there stood Ms. McDaniels welcoming us to the neighborhood with one of her homemade pies. ❤❤ She was a gentle and beautiful sole and I will miss her so much.
What a fitting tribute. She was a fixture. Rest In Peace Mrs Mc. ❤️
She was an amazing woman, always had a smile and kind words, she will be missed..R I P.😂😥
Such a beautiful lady. A pillar of the community of Vincent Alabama.
She will be truly missed.
Whenever I seen Mrs McDaniel or I went by her house on a few occasions. She was always very talkative and just friendly. And true Southern women by all means, A very sweet lady! My husband has lived here in Vincent all his life and he remembers going in her store all the time when he was a young boy. She has left a remarkable memory on all who had the pleasures of knowing her.
Such a wonderful tribute to a wonderful lady. This is so beautifully written Zane. Granny Mac would be very proud. Rest in peace Ms. McDaniel.
What a great lady. She saw no color. Vincent was segregated in the 60s, she treated us fairly. Rest well Mrs Doris. Thanks for the memories