mamaw’s patchworks
On Being A Hillbilly
Michael Ramsburg
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Before my granddaughter was born, my daughter asked me what I’d like to be called. Her mother-in-law wanted to be referred to as Granny, but I said anything but mamaw. I have nothing against the name, but it didn’t feel like me. We decided I’d be Grammy.

Any guesses what she calls me?

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