Sunday, January 22, 2012

Mama's Side of the Family

My family comes from Winfield, a small town in northwestern Alabama.  Everytime I visit, I'm always amazed at all the photo opportunities I this one.  Me:  "Mom, what is this??"  Mom:  Well, it's winter, and she was cold!"  I might add that mama knitted these things.

This is her cat, Moses.  He can usually be found sleeping on the front porch.  Every now and then, he poses for me.
Photographs of me as a child used to be on this shelf, until my mama met Alabama author, Rick Bragg.  I've now been replaced by the photos I took at this monumental event. What a fickle mother! 
This is land which has been in our family for many years.  My uncle now owns it.
My grandparents lived in this old house.  The homeplace has been boarded up for many years.  I'm not sure why this seems to happen so often in the South....lots of abandoned old homes, that used to be full of life.
Here's the house, looking at it from behind the pond across the road.  It's hard to believe that my grandparents raised ten children in so little space.  They were poor farmers, who scratched a living out of the dirt. Their oldest son, Glen, was killed in a school bus accident when he was in first grade.  Times were hard...I've heard stories all my life of hard work, death, sadness, but I know there must have been happy times, as well.
Here's mama with her brother.  They both still walk the land almost every evening.  
Please let me have a complexion like this when I'm eighty years old!
Here's mom, along with three of my aunts.  I have two more aunts, one who lives in Livingston and one in Birmingham. I still think of them all as high school girls, running around with crinolines making swishing sounds under their full skirts, wearing bobbie socks and saddle oxfords.  They painted their lips with bright red lipstick that came in tiny white Avon tubes, and sprayed their hair until it wouldn't move.  A splash of "Tabu" or "Ambush," and they were out the door on a Saturday night date.  It's funny, the things one remembers. I couldn't have been more than six or seven years old when I observed that ritual.
The road back to mom's house is always well lit, if only by a beautiful sunset or a full moon.  It's good to know I'll always be guided back home.


  1. Barbaara Williamson GoreeJanuary 22, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    These are beautiful pictures.....sure brought back a lot of great memories.

  2. Wonderful photos and sentiments Vickie.
    Your Mama is gorgeous!