All of you older guys (cousins) are so lucky. I can barely remember Big Momma during the period in her life when she was a Momma to the Bonner Clan. I remember mostly tales of her during that period. I remember her mostly as a very thin, dried-up old woman, who was rapidly losing her battle with cancer. She was not a Big Momma then, but a very little Momma with enough skin hanging off her body to make a tent for camping. I can remember Cecil talking about her biscuits, but I can’t remember eating one of them myself. Perhaps I was too little to tackle one of her huge biscuits. I can remember Cecil talking about the ferocity of her discipline, especially on his butt; but I cannot remember ever having experienced it myself. Perhaps I was a good little boy who didn’t need such discipline. More truthfully, I was just too scared to do anything to merit her discipline. I was mainly scared of the old man that she married. My only memory of Iverson is the image of a very little tyke standing near the bottom step of that old house in Coal Fire with a very scary old man sitting on the top step, I think, with a pipe in his hands. It was so far looking up to a little tyke like myself, but it seemed so near for a beast of a man looking down at me. I remember wanting desperately to run and hide from this scary old man. And you mean that this was my Grandfather! How can this be? I really miss knowing my Granddaddy Bonner and really hope some day to get to know him “up yonder”.