As a little girl, I never understand why we called her “Big” Mama. But as I matured I realized that “big” was not necessarily her stature, but her persona, whether real or imagined.
Real: I will never forget when she climbed on top of a picnic table in her eighties and belted out family folk songs at a large family reunion! She was a force to be reckoned with. Her granddaughter understood that.
Imagined: Let’s just say she once came to me posthumously in visions I still don’t quite understand.
As a little girl, I never understand why we called her “Big” Mama. But as I matured I realized that “big” was not necessarily her stature, but her persona, whether real or imagined.
Real: I will never forget when she climbed on top of a picnic table in her eighties and belted out family folk songs at a large family reunion! She was a force to be reckoned with. Her granddaughter understood that.
Imagined: Let’s just say she once came to me posthumously in visions I still don’t quite understand.
Loved reading this story! ❤️
Wonderful.
Neat story from this photo....I can imagine the whole scene!
Linda, really enjoyed this story. Your writing is so vivid. I felt as if I could look out my front window and there would be your grandma, riding up