In 1976 we drove down to Mississippi to visit my Dad's mother while my parents were also visiting. Mamaw, who was born in 1897, showed us a photo album of my Dad when he was a little boy. I visited her for the last time in 2000, two months before she died--the week before her 103rd birthday. She outlived her husband, her two sons and three step-children, and her eight siblings, even though she was the oldest. Only a daughter survived her. I wonder, when she was young, if she ever thought she'd live that long, and if she'd known, whether she would have lived her life differently.
