Dora’s stories: Closing my eyes to let the memories in

first_img Sponsored Content Published 3:00 am Saturday, January 16, 2016 Troy falls to No. 13 Clemson Email the author Skip Pike County Sheriff’s Office offering community child ID kits By The Penny Hoarder In the afternoons, Dora would make my cousin, Jimmy, and me chocolate milk, fresh from the milk cow. Dora would mix Hershey’s powder with a little milk and then put it in a half-gallon jug with more milk, sugar and ice cubes and shake it until it foamed and cooled. The foam would tickle my lips and that chocolate milk was the best thing that I had ever tasted. Except maybe when Dora would come to the back door and call us in to lick the bowl of whatever sweet thing she was making.Dora taught me a lot of things that I would never have known otherwise. Things like, “If you’re gonna gnaw that pork chop bone, get behind the kitchen door.” And not to put anything smaller than my elbow in my ear. And, “If you’re gonna open the door to let the breeze in, the flies are gonna come in, too.” I’ve found that to be one of the world’s great truths.Dora had a funny way of saying things. She called a mimosa tree a “comotion” tree and the narrow, rollout windows in my grandmother’s house, “jealousy” windows. And, once, telling us about the beautiful corsage that her grandson gave his prom date, she said he gave his girlfriend “the most beautiful massage.” Dora was a great storyteller, too. But, when she talked to you, she never looked at you. Always 90 degrees off, like she was talking to somebody else. I’d look off from her and let her words paint pictures in my mind. Many of those pictures linger there today. All I have to do is close my eyes and let the memories in. Every year, when it’s Pike Piddlers Storytelling Festival time, I think of Dora and of all the others who gave me the gift of stories. I think of the many afternoons, we sat on her porch and she painted pictures in my mind. She had a funny way of saying things and telling things. But, she always ended each story with, “You go on home now, sweet girl.”And I would leave always with a happy heart and a story to savor. Book Nook to reopen You Might Like Looking to the future with hope There are historical moments that often slip by both pundits and partisans. President Obama’s final State of the Union address… read morecenter_img Latest Stories The Penny Hoarder Issues “Urgent” Alert: 6 Companies… Remember America’s heroes on Memorial Day Around the WebMd: Do This Immediately if You Have Diabetes (Watch)Blood Sugar BlasterIf You Have Ringing Ears Do This Immediately (Ends Tinnitus)Healthier LivingHave an Enlarged Prostate? Urologist Reveals: Do This Immediately (Watch)Healthier LivingWomen Only: Stretch This Muscle to Stop Bladder Leakage (Watch)Healthier LivingRemoving Moles & Skin Tags Has Never Been This EasyEssential HealthTop 4 Methods to Get Fortnite SkinsTCGThe content you see here is paid for by the advertiser or content provider whose link you click on, and is recommended to you by Revcontent. As the leading platform for native advertising and content recommendation, Revcontent uses interest based targeting to select content that we think will be of particular interest to you. We encourage you to view your opt out options in Revcontent’s Privacy PolicyWant your content to appear on sites like this?Increase Your Engagement Now!Want to report this publisher’s content as misinformation?Submit a ReportGot it, thanks!Remove Content Link?Please choose a reason below:Fake NewsMisleadingNot InterestedOffensiveRepetitiveSubmitCancel Dora’s stories: Closing my eyes to let the memories in Print Article Plans underway for historic Pike County celebration I had three grandmothers. Two of them were white and one was black. Mugi and Mommie were my grandmothers because they gave birth to Mama and Daddy. Dora was my grandmother by adoption. I adopted her.She worked first for my great-grandmother and then my grandmother and later for Mama and Sis. So she was a part of my life for more years than I care to say. To me, Dora was bigger than life. Once Mama asked Dora her dress size and she replied that she was little, “but I wears a large size.”Dora looked like God had made her out of some really strong bones and stretch the skin over her and left out the stuffing. There was not an ounce of fat on her and she had the largest hands that I had ever seen – loving and caring hands. By Jaine Treadwelllast_img read more