A different time
May 26, 2021
I can remember my step-grandmother telling me stories when I was in high school and college that used to amaze me. Not because they were so extraordinary in their content, but in their time frame.
She grew up in San Antonio when it was still a relatively small city in Texas. Certainly not the 7th largest city in the USA as it is now. Mama Linney actually was my stepmother’s aunt. My stepmother’s own mother died when she was three and her father was some merchant seaman who disappeared. Mama Linney and her husband took my stepmother in and treated her like a daughter.
So when Mama Linney...
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