Sunday, October 18, 2009

"Mama Sissy"

acrylic on hardboard

This is my grandmother in her youth she turned one hundred years old today. Wow one hundred years old. I can barely get my head around the number. As young children my siblings and I called her Two Mama because she was like our second mother. Most family members call her Mama Sissy, and to everyone else she’s known as Miss Sissy. Everybody in her small town knows her, and I guess they should considering she is 100 years old. Her real name is T.C. which simply stands for T.C.
She is history. She lost her two sisters to Tuberculosis in their twenties at the height of the TB epidemic in the US. I asked her once about The Great Depression. Her response was, “We called it the panic but it didn’t mean much to us because we were poor already so nothing really changed.” Her father was a moon shiner during prohibition, which I assume is how he was able to own land and a farm when everyone else were sharecroppers. She saw her husband drafted into WWII and return safely home.
She has never been accused of editing herself. Right, wrong, rude, or embarrassing, if she said it, that’s how she meant it. I found her hard to be around when I was younger, but as an adult I admire her greatly. I gave this painting to my mother.


LC Neill said...

Wonderful painting!

Roxanne Steed said...

Personality plus comes through in this painting!