Friday, May 5, 2017
Standing in front of her house with her hummingbird feeder (Honeysuckle) behind her. Her wash tub close by and her pot (chamber we called it). Looks like it has dirt in it so she must have a spare and planted something in it at one time. She was a quiet sweet woman and we went to see her most Sundays. The road was sandy and wash board so I would get car sick until mama let me ride up front. My most clear memory of her is one Sunday I wanted English peas on my plate then didn't like them. I didn't want to eat them and mama was going to make me eat them and she told her not to make me eat them. If she could see how nice the road is paved now and how many people have moved in around the area she wouldn't believe it. My grandma, Lillian.