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CARPENTER’S COLUMN

Carpenter's Column: Grandma hits her thumb with a hammer

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She was a tiny, god-fearing lady and my father’s mother. Married at 14, she left her home in Arkansas for a new home in Muskogee, Oklahoma. In 1926, hardship and poverty drove her and her husband and their three children west to live near his brothers in Salinas, California. They got as far as Phoenix and put down roots. Where she lived until her passing.

She kept a warm and loving home. Her meals were feasts, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She called me Sugar. We would spend a week at her home every summer, at 27th Avenue and Butler in Phoenix. We sizzled during the day and played goofy golf at night. She went to church every Sunday, a devout southern Baptist whose faith found no purchase in the souls of her children.





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