My two grandmothers both grew up in rural Robertson County, Tennessee. Though their girlhoods had many things in common, their adulthoods seemed as different as night and day in my young mind. Mama Sue’s bedroom carpet was pink. Her bathroom tile was…
I’d like to share one more message inspired by my Aunt Dot. I am confident that some people waste time on Facebook and that some people use it to whip up on people and hurt their feelings, but Dot doesn’t…
Almost 6 years have passed since I wrote about “My Pink Grandma and My Not-Pink Grandma.” I was giddy with excitement last fall when one of the editors of the Country Sampler group of magazines sent me an email, telling…
Coming home from a walk one morning, I decided to take a picture to show you our broken stone step. This broken step that leads up to our side porch greets everyone who comes in . . . . .…
When I walked into the kitchen yesterday morning, I saw a familiar sight. There on the dinette table Mother bought with money she earned at the Aladdin factory, while she waited for me to be born and for Daddy to get…
Two of our grandchildren and their mama and daddy came over for supper last night. The little one wasn’t out of the high chair before he was asking, “Little . . . . to-o-o-o-ys,” which means, “Little (that’s my grandma…
