A quilt-making, snuff-dipping Grandmother

While Mother and Lura taught, Mama kept house and took care of me.

Mama pieced quilts when I was growing up. She did beautiful work. I remember wanting to help her, but she tactfully declined my help, because she wanted her work to be perfect, and it was.
I have one of Mama's quilts, and I really treasure it.

My Mama dipped snuff. She learned to do that in a slave cabin in Murchison when she was just a child, and never broke the habit. She wanted to, but couldn’t.

When she became feeble, she would beg Mother to go to the store to buy some snuff for her. Mother wouldn’t, and I would slip out and go get it for her.