If you’ve ever met her you would know she is worthy of many a blog posts.
Growing up my brother and I would spend almost every Friday night with her and my papaw. She would take us to her house right after school. On the way there she would stop to get a paper. She wanted us to get it out of the machine at the store, so exciting as a kid. Even more exciting was that she would sing “The song” as we go close. I have no idea what tune to liken it to. Ask me someday and I’ll sing it for you. I swear.
"DeLena’s getting the Chattanooga News
Chattanooga News, Chattanooga News
DeLena’s getting the Chattanooga News
Chattanooga News Free Press
She’s a gettin’ it for her Mamaw
For her mamaw for her mamaw
She’s a gettin’ t for her mamaw
The Chattanooga News Free Press."
It felt so special to hear my name in a song. And sung by my Mamaw who could, even then, sing the phonebook and you’d buy the record/albulm/mp3.
Very, very, sweet and special lady.
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