August 21, 2007

Water Color

Mama's Papa, Joe
One of Mama's earliest memories is that somebody always had to run to the depot to get Papa's paper as soon as the morning train came through from Atlanta, eighty miles away. He died suddenly when she was 7. 'Papa's paper' was the Atlanta Constitution. It was a family tradition until we moved south in 1994. My brother still starts his morning with the Constitution.

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