I'll have to do a few posts about our trip to Arkansas. I found a cheap fare and decided two weeks ahead to come down for my mom's spring break. I didn't make it to LR to see any of my friends, but saw a lot of family.
Here's Juju getting her hair did, supervised by Mamo. Mamo has had her own beauty shop for...well, only her hairdresser knows for sure. She cut Dave's hair over Christmas, and I was very impressed with how it turned out. My dad said she has cut the hair of most of the ministers at First Presbyterian.
Here we are having lunch at Mamo's. She cooked two meals for us while we were there. Nothing fancy. You know, just pot roast, corn bread, purple-hull peas, iced tea, probably a whole bunch of other stuff. With a broken wrist. So essentially with one hand tied behind her back. The above tableau is as familiar to me as anything can be. There are countless snapshots like this in our albums--same photo, different generation.
Mamo and I went for a walk my last day in Camden, and I had to work to keep up with her. Granted, I had the stroller, but she has a few more years on me. I guess that's what happens when you work on your feet your whole life.
Mamo wrote an essay about her childhood in Jacinto, Arkansas. She wrote about growing up in the Depression, and said that this was a time when "we all learned to share." I think about that every day during these hard times. I'm so glad Anneke has her in her life.
