My grandmother, Leona, “Mama Bush”, in 1992. She was the most colorful woman I have ever known and although she passed when I was in my late 20s I feel like I really never had enough time with her. She was beautiful in countenance; creative in word, needle arts, cooking, painting and writing; the epitome of a Southern Belle. The one solace I have is that I will see her again one day in the future.
Mama Bush’s ‘pretties’ – her collection of porcelain in her living room. She was the real pretty, the real treasure of my childhood and young adult life. She’s been gone a long time now. If feels like yesterday.