My friend and colleague, Mindy, asked me to write a piece for her grandmother. She loves her very much but hates to see her worry so much about others. She wants her to enjoy the love of her family and to take care of herself. Here is my effort.
I lost my Mama Scott when I was but thirteen. I have such fond memories of visiting when I was little. I used to sleep with her....climb up in the iron bed with about a mile high pile of quilts pulled up to our chins. She would make this gentle put-putting sound as she slept. She had hair down to her waist that she would pin up in pin curls on her head. She kept a tobacco pouch with her money pinned to the strap of her bra.
Sweet memories. Perhaps another piece in the making.
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