![]() ![]() ![]() And since the room is on the front of the house, you can sit at the window and see the road. And a white organdy skirt for the dressing table. A couple of years ago she made blue flowered curtains for the windows. Then I won’t be the only girl in the seventh grade who still shares a bedroom with her grandmother.Īnd of course, anybody in the world would want a room like Elizabeth’s. And then my sister Elizabeth will be off to the State Teachers College at Farmville and I’ll get her bedroom. I mean, if she’s awake, she’s talking, and if she’s asleep, she’s snoring.īut I won’t be listening to her snores much longer. So I know I’m not the only person who feels that way about Grandma. She’s always had her way, and I guess she’ll always get it. One day I heard Daddy say to Mama, Emily Ruth, you have got to be the best person that ever lived to put up with my mama. Until I die, she says, I will see to certain things around this farm. Of course, she’s the one who said to put it there in the first place.Īnd Grandma never lets us forget that this is really her house either. The only other thing Grandma allows me to keep in the room is a bookcase my brother Johnny built for me, and she fusses every day about how she can’t get to the window anymore. I even have to keep my Sunday shoes in a box under the bed, with my hat sliding around on top of that. I have one dresser drawer for my fold-up clothes and my quilted satin handkerchief box, and about five inches in the closet to hang my dresses. For the past five years, ever since Paige and Polly were born, I have been sleeping in Grandma’s bedroom. I know, because that’s the way I feel about Grandma Motley. You can love a person and not really enjoy their company. ![]()
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