Southern Stories

Daddy’s Pinto Beans

“Oh that’s just your daddy’s pinto beans.” My mama waved a dismissive hand in my general direction. The statement itself, at first blush, was as benign as a junebug on a windowsill, but the context of her breezy reply caused a myriad of questions to instantly flood…

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Her Name Was Nellie, (Part 3)

Nellie, it would seem, collected beaux the way some women of her day collected thimbles. The letters, handwritten and all still in their original envelopes, date from 1941-43, right up to just a month before she married my grandfather while he was on leave from the Marines,…