Oh Momma, if ya only knew how many fond memories ya just stirred up with your story.

My little hometown version was Ms Cotton... her hubby died and her kids treated her like she was fragile china. It took a few years and some prodding from my dad to get her to stand up and tell her kids no. She finally assumed responsibility for herself and at 90 something she still runs circles around her peers and children!

Funny thing, I can remember daddy saying she looked like a possum that had sucked on a green persimmon .