As always, Nichole Perkins is a masterful storyteller. Also. very nice.
Here’s Nichole Perkins’ story about her grandmother from our June theme “Once.” Enjoy.
Muh’Deah With Her Hair Down
Muh’Deah, my great-grandmother, ate onions and tomatoes like apples. She pressed money, wrapped in aluminum foil or Kleenex, into your hand as you were leaving her home. She kept candy in the trunk of her car, and if you were good in church, she’d walk you to that treasure chest and let you pick a few pieces. Muh’Deah would comb my hair, using a pink Goody brush with white bristles. She had old people’s strength, the kind that came from years of raising six children plus farm work then domestic work. She’d pull my hair into a ponytail so tight, I’d have a look of constant surprise for at least a day.
Muh’Deah’s favorite color was red, and it became mine, too. We’d sit in front of her large floor model tv—the…
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June 24, 2014
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