First Edition Memoirs

Memories of Mamaw

So touched by this quiet, loving memory from my latest storytelling client:

“I remember I used to sit on my Mamaw’s lap and she would scrape a peeled apple gently with the flat of a knife to make sort of an apple butter and then feed it to me. I must have been very young; that’s one of my very earliest memories. She did that a lot with me, and I loved it. I remember how it felt to sit in her lap – she was a heavy woman, so her lap was nice and soft – and I remember the taste and texture of the apple. I would also sit in her lap to learn string art, like making a cat’s cradle. She knew a lot of those, and I loved learning them from her.”