Yesterday, I had grand plans to write about our favorite
news channel, Fox News, but I didn’t get to write until late and didn’t think I
could think of all that I wanted to write. Today I planned to write about
Grammar, one of my favorite topics. You know this if you read my E entry. Today
began too early, had too much packed into it, and after a full day of work, I
drove to Roswell for work tomorrow. Once again, it’s too late, and the old
lady’s body and mind are too weary to think of all that I wanted to say.
So . . . I’m writing about GRANDPARENTS. Since I saw my
grandparents very few times, I don’t have lots of memories. But the memories
that I DO have are very special to me.
I’ll start with my mother’s parents, Memamma and Papa (Kolb
was their last name). They lived in a little town just south of Shreveport,
Louisiana., where I was born. I loved that little town. It was so different
from New Orleans, with dirt roads and a short little main street that I
remember mostly for the five and dime store, the movie house, and the hotel
where Papa sat and jawed with his cronies.
My best memories of Memamma are of her in the kitchen. The
food that I associate most with her are fried chicken, fried steak, mashed
potatoes and gravy, and biscuits . . . delicious biscuits. I’m sure she made
desserts, but I don’t remember them. She always had what we girl cousins called
“cow butter” in the refrigerator, and I remember not liking it because I was
used to oleo margarine and thought it tasted funny.
Another thing about Memamma that comes to mind is that she
dipped snuff. I can just see her, apron on and hands covered with flour. She’d
step to the back door, open the screen, and delicately put one finger on each
side of her mouth and spit! Yuk! What an awful brown stream came from that
lady’s mouth. She always traveled with a spit can, and I remember turning it
over in the back seat while we were traveling to Texas to visit my aunt and her
family. What a stinky mess!
In the evenings, when we girl cousins were in Logansport,
we’d put on shows for our grandparents. Leah and Sheila, two sisters, would
sing and dance to “Ballin’ the Jack.” I’ve included a demo of the song,
performed by Judy Garland and Gene Kelly. I hate to say that Leah and Sheila’s
rendition wasn’t quite so fancy. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWryDF_yyH0)
I used to love to sit next to Memamma on the couch during
our shows. I’d hold her hand and pinch (gently) the skin on the back of her
hand. The skin was so thin and dry. I could make it stand up, and then I’d push
it down. My skin does the same thing now. I’m probably as old now as she was
then, but she seemed ancient. I guess I am, too, huh?!
This entry is going to have to be continued. I can hardly
keep my eyes open, but I’ll get back to this as soon as I can. I might not
finish tomorrow, though, because I need to write my H entry. Hmmm . . . wonder
what I can do!
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