I was 13 years old when my great-grandmother Mary Tennessee (Turner) Rogers died at age 91. When you’re 13, you don’t notice much but yourself and your friends. (I know, my granddaughter just turned 13!) So, I don’t have that many memories of “MawMaw” Rogers. I wish I’d paid attention, MawMaw saw a lot in her 91 years. If only I’d listened…
One of my oldest memories is of MawMaw Rogers’ house. Kind of dark, tall ceilings, peeling wallpaper, crickety wooden floors. I was probably only 5 or 6 years old.
I remember that I was at her house and she fixed me a cup of hot tea with honey. It was so delicious!
That’s all that I can remember, just a flash, really. Tall ceilings, peeling wallpaper and hot tea with honey.
A wonderful memory indeed!