My Great Grandma Ashley wasn't big as a minute. So when she threatened to whip me, I wasn’t scared.
Besides, she was smiling that sweet, little old lady smile, and brandishing her embroidered hankie; that's what she was going to whip me with. I can still see her "threatening" me in my Moew's kitchen.
We only saw her every couple of Christmases, when she would come to Norman from Altus. She always smelled exactly the same (I loved her “soap” perfume). And she always looked exactly the same; standard issue Great Grandma Dress and Hair Bun.
But there was more to sweet, 4-ft-10 Grandma Ashley than met the eye…