The Birthday Girl

My mama was the youngest of eight children born to the same parents over twenty-five years. Her oldest sister was twenty-five when Mama was born! She is the only survivor of that Kentucky family. Mama did not marry until she was thirty and I was her second child. Her father had waited longer than that to marry her very young mother. So you can see we are a very stretched out family. So stretched, in fact, that her father—my grandfather—was alive during the Civil War. Today is Mama’s 92nd birthday.

Mama loves buttermilk, cherries, strawberries, blueberries, Jesus, her family, flowers, writing poetry, the Gators AND the Seminoles, the Rays, the Magic, dragonflies, and her crocs.

Happy Birthday, Mama!