Every Single Blog Post is Lovingly Dedicated to These Fine People
Kathy Kinzbach Brewer
My baby sister was one of the funniest, happiest people ever. Seriously, she and I would get to laughing at the Thanksgiving table and soon Le Sueur peas would be shooting out of our nostrils. Even as she battled with Acute Monocytic Leukemia, she was able to find humor in tiny everyday things like cheese grits. After Kathy went to Heaven, when asked if I was Meems' favorite daughter, she smiled and said, "On earth."
James P. Williams
Sweet, sweet Uncle Jimmy. If I had a dollar for every time he told me I should write a book, I'd have a fist full of dollars. If I had a dollar for every time I answered, "A book about what?" I'd have 2 fists full of dollars. His encouragement has stayed with me long since 2002. Thanks, Uncle Jimmy.
Helen Kathryn Williams Kinzbach
My schweet, schweet Little Mother. She laughed and loved generously. She had the amazing ability to laugh at herself. She was happy every day. I'm proud to say that she passed those traits down to me. She never really encouraged me to write. In fact, she told me several times that my Christmas letters were "too long." She never was much of a reader. She did, however, give me great "material" for writing over the years. She was known by her grandchildren as both Mimi and The Meems.