My dad’s mom, Me-Maw Glass, was the hub of the family. We’d go to her house after church and on weekends to eat and fraternize. There was a playground within a block when the weather was nice, and there was almost always some card games happening in the kitchen — mostly Canasta and Euchre.
Her home was small, the front room led through her bedroom to the kitchen. There were no doors for privacy. And the top drawer of her bedroom dresser was filled with candy. We were allowed one piece per visit.
I try to keep a drawer of snacks on hand, but lately it’s starting to resemble the one my Grandmother kept. And this is why I’m fat.