Have I ever told ya'll about my grande ma ma? My daddy's mother? I can't recall. But I am missing her tonight. What I would give to have her back for even one conversation.
If anyone is interested, I will post pictures of her. Any comments are welcomed. I hope at least some of you had at least one grande ma ma.
My tribute:
Time: 1965. Place: Mobile, Alabama, probably Government Street. Scenario: 6 year old me, riding with my grande ma ma, Carlita, in her giant grey blue 1963 coupe de ville cadillac. There, giant, stately oaks line both sides of the avenue. Their branches meet, forming a tunnel which we glide through. It's raining: the windshield wipers keep time. I can smell the rain... The radio: on comes a song, which thrills my grandmother, the quintessential southern belle, grande dame of the family, and she begins to sing along, with passion: "Hold me! Hold me! Never let me go until you've told me! Told me, what I want to know and then just hold me, hold me, make me tell you I'm in love with you....Thuh rill me! Thu rill me! Walk me down the lane where shadows will be, will be, hiding lovers just the same as we'll be, we'll be when you make me tell you I love you....." She looks over at me, who is smiling from my toe tips to my scalp, and says, "Hey- uh- ther (Heather), darr-lin' (darling), now, thy-at's a sOOoongg." Then she smiled at me. And I miss her, terribly, but her legend lives on, right here on the www, for the whole world to enjoy. This is my story, the truth, and don't even be thinking about retelling it and claiming credit for it, or for your own. Credit me, Heather. I haven't got much, but I have my memories of her. There was never anyone like her before she walked this earth and there will never be anyone like her again. Well, except for the bit of her who lives on in me....
