Mawmaw and Big Daddy
Death and birth are equally common.
Yet death did not seem a reality until I was at least twenty three.
I lost Big Daddy first; His world was a simple farming life
son of a sharecropper. Big and tall in overalls,
a narrow minded man with a big heart,
tight fisted on a dollar, protector of family,
middle child of five.
Husband of Leola Foy Kendrick(Mawmaw)
Homemaker, home loving,
best fried chicken ever
never learned to drive a car but sat
a horse very nicely.
Paperdolls and pennies.
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