I think she was perfect. And I am not sure I am wrong. Her name was Dennie Louise Ingram, then she married my papa at 16 (he was 21) and became a Chadwell. They had 3 girls, my mom was their oldest. I called her Granny Chadwell, or more specifically... Granny. She had skin of silk and complection any woman would desire. Her lips were lipstick lips and done in a perfect shade of red. She was tall and skinny and wore brown curly purmed hair. Her hands looked like my mothers but with longer fingers. She turned her cheek to kiss you, always funny as a child. She loved my Papa. Their love was one for the story books; full of mystery, romance, family and endurance. I asked her recently why Papa fell in love with her. Her answer was quick. She had a little rebel and a lot of hard worker in her. She loved yard work. It kept her busy and healthy. She had a big yard and even more determination to have no sticks left on the ground. Brown gloves is her trademark. Brown work gloves, foun...
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