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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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Date: 8/12/2009 4:27:00 PM
Nicely written memory. Keep writing. Mom
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