My journey into writing began many years ago as a fourteen-year-old girl, riding in the back of a large sedan, listening to conversations between my grandfather and great-grandfather. My Pappaw, as I called him, was living in a nursing home, and my grandfather, who lived three hours away in Nashville, would come into town on weekends and take me and Pappaw around town. We’d visit cemeteries, old home sites, churches, and go to the cafeteria-style restaurant located in the mal

My great-grandparents, "Mammaw" and "Pappaw." Otherwise known as Fred and Margaret Crawford. #photo