My birthday was July 25 of this year and my grandmother Peaches called me. I was gone out of the house so I did not get to call her until the 27th and she was busy, so we were playing phone tag for a few days. When I did get in contact with her, she was hysterical.

"What have you been doing?"

"Why can't I reach you?"

"When are you going to send me a letter, so I will have address and we can keep in contact?"

Things like that.

She is a southern-bell. For those of you that may not be abreast as to what that really means. Think of Maureen O'hara, in John Wayne movies, and a mix of Scarlett O'hara as a general characteristic but with mulatto skin and you have my fire breathing grandmother who only a few years ago, while I baked away inside of the internment camps of G.E.O. https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/24/unless-you-are-willing-dig-you-wont-know/ told me not to come to her funeral if she was ever to die before we saw each other again.

I am the only one of her grandchildren that she can talk to or is willing to speak to with her. Which I know she appreciates because she calls me a lot and demands that I write to her.

I am just at a loss as to what to say to her. She wants to know how I will be getting along in the future and though she was always in support of my love for art, comics, Superman, Marvel and was oh so proud to know my art could actually take me somewhere beyond the life she knew in her youth...I could never tell or share with her my present occupation. Not yet anyway.

I plan on sending her a letter. Not much art I can really share with her. I think I have a few pieces on my list..I might draw her soon. Just for my own entertainment.

It is nice to know she desires a friendship after all these years. She was so hurt to know what happened to me and could be of no assistance. She is going on 60+ and you know, this is the first time she has been able to experience the independence she craved from all of the botched financial ideas of the 60's 70's that she delved into to make ends meet. I won't embarrass her to let you know what she did for a living, lets just say whatever it is I was willing to share with you, she would deny for the sake of her Southern-bell reputation.

Oh the love of a Grandmother.