A little excerpt about my grandmother, her friends, and a Georgia train

I loved my grandmother and I have fond memories of staying at her house on Buttermilk road, waking up to the whistle of a train. She taught me how to snap beans and pin curl her short silver hair. Chelsea and I would stay a week with her and on Saturday night, Iā€™d gather up … Continue reading A little excerpt about my grandmother, her friends, and a Georgia train