I am reading “Whiskey In A Teacup” by Reese Witherspoon. It is a beautiful book filled with all the things she learned growing up in the south…Tennessee to be exact. Most of the lessons she shares she learned from her grandmother, an old school southern lady who imparted wisdom from a way of life slowly fading from sight.
Unfortunately I did not grow up with a grandmother in my life. They both lived very far away and there was no real connection to them except through my parents. It was a different time and communication was not what it is today. My dad’s mom died from tuberculosis when he was an infant and his step-mother and he were not particularly close though he worked really hard on maintaining some kind of relationship with her despite how he was treated early in life. A true testimony to his character.
My maternal grandmother was a farmer’s wife – no glitz or glamour here. Just a simple hardworking woman who raised a family, worked alongside her husband in the same Kentucky where town she was born and raised. Willie Brooks Woodring will show up in many stories and essays in the future. Because, despite not growing up with her, I carry her DNA; she lives on through me and I carry this it forward with pride.