08-07-10

Last night I called my Aunt Doris in South Carolina to chat a bit. 

She is 89 and I love her so much. She is a sweet and gentle reminder of the ladylike gentleness of the old south. I've been thinking a lot about my maternal grandmother and the many summers my sisters and brother spent there as children.

Memories of Grandma include helping her hang clothes on the long clothes line, the smell of sunshine on the sheets in the bed at night. I also remember Grandma's voice singing in church on Sunday and her voice reading us a Bible verse every night before we went to bed. We would all sit in the shade breaking beans or shelling black- eyed peas in the evening for supper the next day. I also remember standing on a chair or laying on the kitchen counter, Grandma washing my hair.

Aunt Doris remembered my grandmother (Molly to her) and grandfather taking her and a sick child over to the doctor in another town. She and Aunt Doris did not drive, very common in the 1940's.