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May 1973 Photo by Dean Cadle Harriette Arnow by HARRIETTE SIMPSON ARNOW "It was pneumonia all right, but the lye maybe had something to do with it," Granma said. "The Ladies Aid are burying her. Susie Chrisman said her father ..." Mama shifted Joie to her other breast. "Ollie Rankin ought to have had more sense," she said. "She didn't know the old fool would take off her shoes and scrub the kitchen barefooted." "Don't argue," Mama said, and Granma tapped her cane. I ran all the way to school. I thought all morning, and at noon I said, "Miss Rankin, my little brother Joie was croupy this morning and Mama forgot." "What?" "Can I go to the funeral," I said. "Be quiet," Mama said. "Her shoes were new, and she maybe diought to save them. The poor fool, her legs were swollen purple to her waist, Molly Hardwick said." "If that Laurie Mae were fit to go into a decent house. They say that baby is exactly like Perce ..." Mama looked at me. Granma hushed. "Can I go to the funeral?" I said. "No," Mama said. "It does make it un- "To write a note of
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 1973
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