You know why I'm going to bed?
Because the bed won't come to me.
Mary Emma Mathews, Yazoo City, MS
Mary Emma Vandavere Mathews was my mother's mother. She was a teacher and lived a couple of miles "as the crow flies" from Yazoo City in the hills. Memories of homemade breakfasts, lunches and dinners sitting in the hot kitchen or around the large round dining room table are seared in my brain. She was a strict disciplinarian and a devout Christian with a loud singing voice. When I think of her singing at Tranquil Methodist Church I think of "Faith of our Fathers." "Gran" was the best and I think about her whenever the above phrase pops into my head.