mawmaw's story

I had a great time today talking to my mawmaw about her early life. Oh--a mawmaw is the southern version of a grandma! I found out so much about her childhood, her first job (at a boarding school for girls in Richmond, VA). That's where she fell in love with my pawpaw, even though they were from the same town and went to the same school. He was almost 8 years older than her, but I don't think that mattered much back in 19 and 43. PawPaw said that he knew she was the one the very minute that she got out of the car at the school. She remembers him getting off the school bus with his 2 brothers and 3 sisters. He would have been a senior in high school when she was in 4th grade. Just for the record, as the father of a 4th grade girl, I frown on her dating seniors!

PawPaw would have been 90 this year. I take a lot of my personality and quirkiness from him. There are quite a few things that found their way into our hearts: a love for bluegrass/gospel music, pocket knives, beings woodsy, and writing.

I have PawPaw's mandolin, a couple of pocket knives, 2 fountain pens. I also have his love for Jesus, which is pretty cool.