Miss Mary Weather

The sun had thickened to it's nightly color, an it was time to prepare for bed. As my mother was saying her prayers at the end of her bed she heard rocking coming from the front porch. So she got up to explore, peeping out through the screen door.

To her surprise there was grandmother sitting in the old rocking chair my grandfather made for her years before they were married. Such a token of one's love for another person is marvelous. My grandfather passed away a few years before, a great man, good husband, and long jet black hair from the day he was born-strong-a good provider-and he loved him some Ma Dear. He perished in the coal mines, when a cave he was working in gave way and trapped him in.

My grandfather(PawDew) was no fool, he knew that working in the mines was very dangerous and he yearned for my grandmother and mother to be taken care of when he was gone. So he saved an abundance of money as the first black supervisor of the black coal miners, so his house was paid for and we would be all right.

There was also a can PawDew(GrandMr. Papa) kept under the floor board in his bedroom saturated to the brim with silver dollars. There was other money scattered all through the house and grandmamma was the only one that knew where it was.

"Its time for bed child," grandmamma said, she never called my mamma by her name Ruth. This was probably because Wilson(Paw dew) my grandfather called her child. My mother thought that was her name till the age of nine. So off to bed she went, but mamma I just want to say I love you, mom shouted.

"I love you to child", grandmamma replied. So she went on to bed caressing her charm tightly in her hand, leaving the charm print there. The time grand-mamma stayed on the front porch in that rocking chair was unaware to my mother.

The following morning, grand mamma was still on the front porch in that rocking chair. Her bible was in her hand, not Rev. Crations bible. This was the family bible passed down to her from her mother, laying perfectly in her lap covered partially by her hands. Morning child, it's time for you to start getting ready for school you know that Tim boy will be here any minute hollering your name at the top of his lungs, waking every animal up from two miles away, grandmamma said.

"Yes mamma," replied my mother. Tim always walked my mom to school. He was a nice boy, his parents raised him right, coming from a good stock. That's what they said down in those parts.

"Morning Mrs. Ma dear, how are you this morning." Very good Tim. How is your mamma and Mr. Papa.

"Fine," Tim replied. Is Ruth ready? She'll be out in a minute or so. My mother heard Tim's voice as she was getting ready, putting on her last shoe. Mamma, tell Tim I'll be right out, hollering from the kitchen. You heard that I suppose.

"Yes mamma I did," Tim replied.

My mother grabbed her satchel, checked her neck to make sure her charm was still there and out the door she went. Hey, little Timmy Jackson.

"Morning Miss Ruth."

"Bye mamma."

Pleasant day

Mrs. Ma dear.

Up the rod they went. I meant to ask you. Are you all right seeing what happened yesterday. Sure, I am all right. Ruth isn't that Miss Mary Weather's house over yonder.

"Yes it is, but let's not go over there.