She was Big Mama to me. She was Daddy's Grandmother. She called her son, my Grandfather Man.
Confused yet???
Big Mama was a frail structured, strong woman.
She loved God to the point of on her knees prayers several times each and everyday.
She had a vegetable garden out back every year. Her chopping hoe was a six foot long section of a split rail fence with a three pound head. Big Mama wasn't even four foot ten inches.
Big Mama was a staple in my life. I was a problem child and she was a problem solver. We spent many a day together. She was really as sweet as Kero Nut pie, as she called it.
Big Mama didn't talk the same as everybody else. She had a language all her own. But you knew exactly what she was talking about. For instance... If she told you that she was going to get your jacket... I wasn't no damn coat she was talking about!!!! She got my jacket quite often I might add.
I remember her brushing her long silver hair before bed many times. She went to bed early and got up early. She lived to be almost one hundred years old. She was around through many of my life encounters.
I don't see many Big Mamas around these days. I wonder if they are all up in heaven together...
Big Mama©
EdwinBrown9®™
11/16/15
