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Some Stuff I Wrote (2001) H. Morris Williams









                 MY  MAMA  .  .  .  Mama  barely  finished  third  grade  in  a  tiny  one-room  school  house  near
            Fargo,  GA.  That  was  the  only  formal  schooling  she  ever  got.  Yet,  she  honored  education  and  made

            sure  all  of  her  children  graduated  from  high  school.  Mama  used  to  help  with  my  homework  after
            school  when  I  was  little.  She  especially  enjoyed  calling  out  my  spelling  words  so  I  could  practice.

            I  didn’t  know  at  the  time  that  she  didn’t  know  how  to  spell  some  of  the  words  she  was  calling  out
            to  me.  In  a  way,  we  were  learning  to  spell  together.  All  that  practice  paid  off  for  me  and  made  me

            a  good  speller  and  I  proved  it  one  day  at  school.  With  Mama  sitting  quietly  and  proudly  in  the
            audience,  I  won  the  class  spelling  bee.  My  winning  word  was  ‘pneumonia,’  which  Mama  had

            always  jokingly  pronounced  ‘p-monia’  so  I  knew  it  started  with  a  “p.”  Years  later  Mama  was  there
            when  I  received  a  master’s  degree  from  the  University  of  Florida  at  age  23.  We  both  knew  the

            degree was as much hers as mine and she held the diploma in her lap all the way home.
                 MY  BROTHER  JIMMY  .  .  .  My  older  brother  Jimmy  English  was  a  natural  athlete.  He

            excelled  at  every  sport  he  played,  especially  football.  He  played  center  and  linebacker  for  the  CHS
            Tigers. He was also the team punter and he could boom a football. One game he punted three times,
            all very long kicks, then raced down field each time and made the tackle on the punt returner. Three

           punts,  three  down  field  tackles.  Ask  any  football  player  how  rare  that  is.  When  the  game  was  over,
           everybody  gathered  around  him  telling  him  he  had  played  a  good  game.  Jimmy  saw  me  standing  in

           the  crowd,  picked  me  way  up  high  and  said,  “This  is  my  brother.  He  can  kick  just  like  I  can.”
           Everybody  cheered  and  I  felt  like  a  hero.  Jimmy  went  on  to  become  a  successful  college  player  but

           I was never prouder of him than that day he shared his moment of glory with me.
                 Daddy, Mama and Jimmy have all long since departed this earth but clearly a big part of them

           lives on within me to this day.




















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