Seafood

My mother was the fisherman in our family. She loved it so. She would get up early, particularly on Saturdays, and yell, “Put the grits on, I am going to get the fish.” I don’t know how many times we had grits without the fish. I love fish and grits still today.

My mother could fish all day. She might be in the middle of sewing and would get tired, then go dig herself a can of worms and get to the fishpond. That really caused her death, sitting on a fishpond. A man was passing in his motorboat one day and the boat threw water up on the bank and got Mother soaking wet. You think she would stop fishing? No, she sat there and kept on. After that she got pneumonia and she never got well. If you go there now, her tomb is right near her fishing spot.