Thursday, February 8, 2007

Grandma Murray

My Grandma Murray was a devout Christian woman who never, ever cut her hair. Except when my Aunt Linnie took it down to comb it, she kept it in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. My Grandma Murray wore homemade print dresses and hummed hymns to herself while rocking and gave up dipping snuff because she was convinced it would keep her out of heaven. Her greatest dream was to live to be taken up in the Rapture. One day, when my mother was young, she overheard Grandma singing this song:

“Beefsteak, beefsteak, make a little gravy...
“Your thang, my thang, make a little baby.”

My mama nearly choked on her tea.

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