Friday, January 9, 2015
I have wonderful memories of spending the summer of 1970 and 1971 with my Grandma Opal, and at that time, my Grandpa also. I was an eleven-twelve year old boy, and along with my older brother Shane, spent my time exploring Cotton Center every day but always making sure to be home for lunch and especially dinner, knowing there would be a feast prepared by Grandma Opal. She was a wonderful cook, and to this day, I believe her corn bread, made in a cast iron skillet, is the best I have ever eaten!
Grandma Opal would sometimes let me help out in the post office, which was attached to her home, and I remember how she managed to work every day and still prepare three meals a day for us. Amazing! I was proud that my Grandma was the postmaster, and I'm certain that her example of a work ethic helped to form my own work ethic.
She also tended a garden every summer, and was generous with the fruits and vegetable she grew, calling friends and family to come share. I loved eating the peaches, plums and cherries from her trees all summer!
Sometimes it's the little things that stay with us, and I have fond memories of watching TV with Grandma Opal in the evenings after dinner, and the funny comments she would make about a show we were watching.
She gave me complete freedom during those summers, made no judgements, never raised her voice, always had time to listen, invited me to join her on any excursions, and basically opened her life to me. I will never forget.
Rest in peace Grandma Opal, and may you be at the side of the Lord for all eternity.
Your grandson, Tracy Towns