My Mamaw

My first memories of my Mamaw include grabbing underwear so that I could spend the night with her. Soon, I was spending every night with Mamaw. She was born before everyone had a car. She walked to school and lived through the Depression. My Mamaw married a farmer and worked side by side with him. He died young, 52. He had a bad heart. She remarried, but it didn't last long because he was not my Papaw. Mamaw had three children. The last one, a boy, died. The middle one is my Mom. My Mamaw is the strongest woman that I know. She does not always agree with this world, but she does not change her mind to appease others. Some say I am just like my Mamaw. I hope so.