Lucille Davis Culbertson was born in Beaufort in 1925 and grew up in Old Point, the seventh of eleven children. Her father managed a farm on the water across town; her mother took in washing, helped in the fields, and still served three hot meals a day to a full table. "We had such fun on that farm," Lucille remembered. "And we had everything we needed."
She walked three miles to school and three miles back. Black children sat in the balcony at the Breeze Theater and drank from separate water fountains. Five of her brothers and sisters served in the Second World War. She married after high school, trained as a nurse and midwife, delivered babies before Beaufort Memorial Hospital opened in 1944, and then spent more than fifty years caring for elderly and homebound patients — many of them in the same neighborhood she was born in.
First African Baptist Church, built in 1865 by freed slaves, raised her. The minister at the time was her godfather, and it was he who named her Lucille, which means light. She washed its windows, sang the solo when nobody else came to choir, and her family now fills two of its pews. She marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. through Beaufort, from the old K-Mart shopping center down to Grace AME Church; her brother Hyland knew Dr. King well. Asked to explain any of it, she would say very little: "I just pray to God and do the Lord's will."
She buried her parents, all ten of her siblings, her husband, and two of her three children, and was the last surviving member of the family she was born into. What carried her through her own illness was not only medicine. It was the people who appeared at her door with a covered dish, a ride to an appointment, a hand that did the dishes without being asked — the same thing she had done for other households her whole life.
Her great-grandchildren started Kater2Cancer so that kindness reaches the next household on the same streets, as organized, dependable support with a name attached to it and a phone number that gets answered. The rule of this organization came directly from her kitchen: bring something, stay a while, and do not ask the family to prove how badly they need it.
"She was soft, she was comforting, and she could inspire you right into your future."— The Culbertson family