Comments: The Long Dog

"I remember playing make-up with the pink puffs on the mimosa tree in her front yard and watching a moccasin go wriggling up her creek bed with his head held high out of the water, his body making a writhing series of S shapes as he propelled himself along. I remember the dry gas heater smell of the house inside at Christmas, and the outdoor baked black earth smell of Alabama summer."

I have the same memories. . .just two states to the west in Louisiana. Neither of my grandmothers were viperous--and both are gone--but both were tough too.

Posted by Roxanne at November 20, 2006 5:44 PM

Thinking of you, darlin'.

Posted by Mir at November 20, 2006 5:49 PM

You tell the BEST stories, Joshilyn Jackson.
This was wonderful!

Posted by Karen at November 20, 2006 6:52 PM

Dittos Karen. It made me weep . . . sweet memories of childhood. Thanks Joss.

Posted by Dana at November 20, 2006 8:18 PM

I'm a little freaked out by the extra nose thing. But despite extra noses and kind-of-mean grandmas, it was a wonderfully evocative story. I could see it all unfold in my mind.

My grandmas were both nice but I have a kind-of-mean grandpa. He's the only grandparent I still have left. The kind-of-mean ones just seem to have staying power. One of J's grandmas wasn't just kind-of-mean, she was downright vicious, and she lived to be 101. Seriously.

Posted by DebR at November 21, 2006 9:10 AM

My viperous grandma had one redeeming quality... my grandfather. I never figured out what he saw in her.

What a delightful story, I'm beginning to believe you would write anything and I'd fall in love with the memory. delightful. Joss. delightful.

Posted by Cele at November 21, 2006 11:25 AM

You are so very awesome! I heart you and this blog. You make me smile.

Posted by katkin at November 21, 2006 11:28 AM

You just amaze me, Joss. Such storytelling is precious. I may even forgive you and Bobby for corrupting that dog, bless his little heart.

Posted by David at November 22, 2006 1:23 PM