Last night I spent time with some of my father's sisters who are in town because one of his sisters is in the hospital. Of course, I went to see her first--we laughed and prayed. I could see both my grandfather and grandmother in her, but when I walked into my Aunt Marilyn's home last evening and saw my Aunt Barbara who I hadn't seen since I was a little girl I saw my Big Mama. It was amazing it was as if she was alive and sitting at the table. Now if she was alive she wouldn't have been sitting down she loved to cook. She would have been busy making a fuss over everybody.
My Aunt Marilyn had prepared a meal and it taste just like my Big Mama's food. They all laughed when I told them about the time Big Mama came to visit and I got in trouble before she got there. I couldn't have been no more than two--yes I can remember this--and no no one has planted this memory--. My mother had dressed me in a red and white dress and I had on training pants underneath the little ruffle under pants. I was so excited (and still am) about getting dressed up for company I wet myself and on my mother's red sofa. I went and hid in the kitchen. My mother was so mad and of course I got a spanking. When Big Mama finally arrived she picked me up anyway and made it all better.
In all of these five women sitting around that table I looked for who possessed her gentle spirit. I looked for it not only in their faces or in how the food did taste but beyond their eyes brown like hers.
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