Mamie Botts "Mama"
I called my grandmother Mama just like my mother and all her brothers and sisters did. They called their father Papa but he died before my birth so I never would get a chance to know him at all except through the stories someone would recount, on one of the Saturday or Sunday coffee/breakfast/gab sessions that happened often when I was growing up. I won't get into that now though, since this is supposed to be about "Mama". I never really got to know her all that well either because she died when I was about seven years old. I do remember she used to take me to church in Beverly, NJ on sundays. I also remember she used to make jellies and jams and preserved vegetables from the garden and kept them in the cellar for the winter. One fond memory of Mama, was the time I had some little friends visiting and she prepared a snack of Ritz crackers with peanut butter and cheese, juice and grapes from the grapevine beside the house and served it to us on a large platter on our ope...
