Browder Ditmore, 1915-2008
My Mammaw died last week. She was 92. At her funeral she was recalled as an elegant lady, a wonderful seamstress and a lifelong volunteer. She was a small-town southerner who lived in San Francisco, New York City, Key West and Newfoundland.
When Mammaw attended my college graduation she wore a hot pink suit with matching shoes and a seal skin coat. She baked amazing little yeast rolls and would tote an orange Jell-O, pineapple and cottage cheese concoction to potlucks. She loved mountain walks and dogwood flowers. She had the most fantastic drawl and I miss it already.
Now those are some sweet words to be remembered by, Miss Molly. She sounds like a truly gallant lady. Now I know where you get your classy side! I wish I coulda met her. Maybe someday!
She certainly is proud of you! I can hear her now as she hops from cloud to cloud, “Look at this Gramps! See what Molly wrote.” You have certainly inherited a lot of wonderful attributes form her. Love ya, ard
Me too.