Let me start with my Maw-Maw aka my grandmother. I must say I don’t know much about her before me accept a few stories that have been passed around here and there. She was a raven haired beauty with piercing blue eyes. She was able to easily catch a man and from what I have heard she caught a few. She was the picture of elegance and grace when she cared to be and could and did spit fire as she chose. God have mercy on the soul that got in her way. She could love hard and hate harder. Her words could cut you like the sharp edge of sword and all too often I or the people I loved where at the sharp end of that blade. She lived most of her life that I knew her looking through the bottom of a pint of jim beam (God I still hate the smell of that stuff to this day). She died from cancer in her 60’s I in my mid 20’s, and to tell you the truth I cannot say that I miss her. Surprised? Don’t be. You will learn more later about this and then I am sure you will understand why I could feel this way. Please don’t get me wrong, I did love her, I just didn’t like her very much.
(stay tuned for a day by day addition to my cast of family and their short bios then the story will begin. You don’t want to miss it)
You know what? I can't say that I miss her much, either. By the way, you can catch my blog at brazosriverbeat.blogspot.com. It's not near as much fun as yours is, but it may help you go to sleep sometime.
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