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When I was growin up, Grandma Jo lived in a big old southern house in Beaumont, Texas. This wasn’t the house my Mom and Aunt grew up in, that was a modest suburban home that Grandma and Daddo would later rent out and finally sell as the neighborhood slid slowly down. The house I knew as Grandma’s was acquired from one of Daddo’s older ladies. To this day, I’m not sure exactly how that worked.
My maternal grandfather was short man with bald skull peaking out over a fuzzy fringe of pure white hair and twinkling blue eyes. Once he gave in to growing bald he would have my grandmother pluck any stray hairs that escaped the fringe. An odd little vanity, grandma said it was to keep him looking tidy, but he wasn’t a tidy man. Somehow it made him look childlike or maybe Geppettoesque… and Daddo collected older women.
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