Bug Swamp Palavering
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When company came, Grandma Nettie grabbed her sand-filled snuff spit-can and another for her visitor. "Come." She'd head for the porch. "Let's us set here and palaver." Paralleling Grandma Nettie, throughout Billie's life she palavered. A giddy thirteen-year-old ninth-grader, traipsing on through high school, college, on dates, Billie shared too much with whoever listened. At twenty she graduated from Winthrop and then wed a gorgeous guy about whom Grandma said, "Girl, I'd rather you marry that brown boy than anybody else." God blessed Billie with children. Suddenly, who were those aging adult...
When company came, Grandma Nettie grabbed her sand-filled snuff spit-can and another for her visitor. "Come." She'd head for the porch. "Let's us set here and palaver." Paralleling Grandma Nettie, throughout Billie's life she palavered. A giddy thirteen-year-old ninth-grader, traipsing on through high school, college, on dates, Billie shared too much with whoever listened. At twenty she graduated from Winthrop and then wed a gorgeous guy about whom Grandma said, "Girl, I'd rather you marry that brown boy than anybody else." God blessed Billie with children. Suddenly, who were those aging adults calling her "Mama"? Whoa. Who was that "seventyish" lady peeking at Billie from her looking glass? Life caught up with this palaverer. Billie has experienced sickness, death of loved ones, every sensation her universe has to offer, and each day, palavering to God, she thanks Him for His blessings. This graphic memoir of an imperfect palaverer, aging from thirteen to seventy, allows all voyeurs a field day of reading.
