Looking in a drawer for something else, I came upon a photo of my Grandmaw Jones. (I know my computer doesn't like the spelling of her title, but that's the way I said it in my youth!)
She lived up on a long hill in Conglentown, West Virginia, across a dirt road from my uncle and aunt's house.
She had an outhouse, which I thought of today when I went to the bathroom at Trinity Church and found the heat wasn't turned on in there. At least in the outhouse, old bowel movements warmed things up a tad.
Her name was Lina Manona Sadler Jones.
The picture I found looked like a school picture, but she was at least 80 in the photo, so I don't know what it was from.
She was a great cook and a great Grandmaw.
At the end of her life she lost some of her sensibility and was out wandering around when aunts and uncles and cousins found her.
I miss her even now, all these years later.
Maybe I'll see her again if there is a heaven when we die....
I hope so....
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