great indeed

i called her nothermommie

she smelled like powder; sweet and fresh.

i hear her voice in my head saying "fordbumper, eyewinker, timetinker, nosesmeller, chinchopper, and a giddy giddy goo".

although tiny, she drove a blue ford mavrick with 2 heavy doors, and cloth seats.

she made me mashed potatoes and macaroni and let me wash dishes with the neighbor girl for hours on the front porch.

we rocked and rocked on a glider that clicked every time it went backwards.

she made me a blanket when i was born. sometimes i take it down from the closet, hold it close, and breathe deep; hoping to pull out the love she poured into me. i cut a piece out of the middle that's with her now.

she loved God, and me.

my times with my great grandmother were rare, but i hold them tightly to my chest.

visits with the great b usually are surrounded by an army of gutshalls. we went to visit and spent time in quite. she loves her deacon like my great grandmother loved me. my eyes welled up watching them.