A Visit To Grandma
You're not only from Kings mtn., NC, but also a Henderson, if you remember a kind of
chunky older lady sitting at the table playing cards, dipping snuff and spittin' in a can
on the floor, playing smut while whistling "she'll be coming round the mtn", between
her top two middle teeth, looking over the rim of her glasses and cheating with Ed
Whitstine who was sitting across the table humming. Lord, I miss my grandma.
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