I have never written or talked much about my Mama, but today I honor her memory with this story. This is my memory and opinion. Older siblings have more memory than I, younger siblings have a more dim memory, but we all shared Mama. She was gone too soon.
Mama was gone less than one month after her 49th birthday. Born in 1910 to a share cropper family, she lived close to the edge of owning nothing until she married my Daddy. Mama had survived a bout with rheumatic fever at age 6 that left her with a weakened and scarred heart. She suffered rhumatism all the years I knew her. Some times th...