~~THE SOUND OF SOMEONE'S VOICE~~
~~MY UNCLE'S VOICE~~
My Uncle Gardner has come for a visit. He's my mama's youngest brother. He's getting kinda old. and he has sever arthrits. and he can get moody .
But there is something about his voice. If I close my eyes and listen to his voice( which by-the-way carries to everyone just aboout), I can here the sound of my granddaddy's voice. the same nuiances the same little colloquialism. Think words like ,Walksom, used as a nickname for Daisy because she cant stay in one spot... ( SHe's a boston terrier) and sally goodin' ( this was my nickname as a child) When I hear his voice, I think of my granddaddy and think of all the times he took me into town and bought me a single hersey chocolate bar and nothing else. my Granddaddy has been gone for more than 35 years but I can still hear him when my uncle Gardner comes to visit. I hear my Granddaddy saying "Look at her Granny.. she's a Sally Goodin". and he would smile and clap his hands for me...as i would dance around by the fire light of their old fire place.
MAMA'S QUOTE OF THE DAY: " YOUR GRANDDADDY LOVED YOU ALOT LITTLE GIRL.."