Southern Stories

Viennetta Wishes, Riunite Dreams

It was purely accidental that I stumbled upon the news. No. Not accidental. It was fate. As I perused the weekly online circular from Publix, an image caught my eye. Assuming I had seen it incorrectly, I zoomed in to double check. Could it be? It was….

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Her Name Was Nellie, (Part 4)

It is a distinctly uncomfortable sensation to see one’s grandmother addressed as “Kitten” by a man other than one’s grandfather. But that seems to have been the preferred pet name by which a young Private Gordon Thibodeaux addressed my grandma, Nellie. The first letter, dated March 15,…