A trip down memory lane with my grandmas...

As I reflect on my youth and the wondeful memories that dotted it, one memory keeps flashing back: singing Louis Armstrong's "Bill Bailey" with Maw-maw Dorothy and Maw-maw Shelton, my dad's mother and grandmother.

Maw-maw Dorothy and Maw-maw Shelton used to sing, "Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? I'll do the cookin', honey." Then, both would stop and give me the floor, at which moment, I would belt out, "I'll pay the rent!"

I feel blessed to have been surrounded by such cultured, charming, and strong women growing up. And, today's post is in honor of two wonderful ladies.