Frequently these days, my sister and I are brought together for a funeral or funeral home visitation of yet another family member, mostly those from Mama and Daddy’s generation although our cousins have begun dying off.On one of the most recent visitations, we stopped for an early dinner and encountered the great-granddaughters of my beloved Aunt Ozelle, Mama’s oldest sister. I stopped at their table to chat.“It’s so funny that we should run into you today,” said the pretty Mary Beth who was with her pretty sister, Hannah. “I just went by Nanna’s house today.
Aunt Ozelle and the great magnolia tree
