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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

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Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

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mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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Submission TitleLiving With Place | Story 1: Mamaw

Short Description (for preview in feed)

Everyone lives in a place. But not everyone lives with place. To live with place is to live with a deep sense of connection to your surroundings. Your home, your neighborhood, your town isn’t just the place you chose to live, it’s apart of you. You belong to it. You contribute. You know it. I desire to live with a deeper sense of place. It’s hard to love with place in the suburbs, but I want to try. I hope you will too. So, I’m sharing stories of people from my life who live with place.

 

NameJordan Elder

Full Description

mamaw

Mamaw lives on county road 2614, but most people don’t know the number. It’s the road across from the elementary school. Her and Papaw are down toward the end on the right. Mamaw loves a lot of things. Her family being one, especially all the grandchildren and great grands. Her Rockets being another, especially “The Dream” in 94, 95. Cajun cooking is another— her gumbo is unbeatable. But her love for her tiny southeast Texas town might be what she loves most. Mamaw’s town oil boomed in the 40’s and 50’s. Today it’s busted. But Mamaw doesn’t care.

She’s likely in her kitchen this morning canning figs or jarring mayhaw jelly. That’s what she always does in May when the fig trees and mayhaw berries produce. Her counter tops are filled with jars of all sizes. Her neighbors love May.

And if she isn’t in her kitchen then she is likely in the back yard pinning the laundry on the clothes line. As she hangs Papaw’s shirts she notices the cool breeze and  appreciates the warm sun. She isn’t rushed. She enjoys the sound of the cattle grazing across the way. And smiles at the kids playing down the road. All the kids know Mamaw.

And if she isn’t in the back yard then she is likely sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coke. She loves her cokes, and she loves her Bobcats. She is thumbing through the local paper smiling as she reads about this year’s graduates. Another class of Bobcats off to something great. She smiles as she reads the names of this year’s top graduates. The valedictorian is Sue’s great nephew. Sue plays the organ at church. Mamaw plays the piano. The Salutatorian played on the football team. He didn’t score many touchdowns, but Mamaw loved the way he played tough.

And if she isn’t at the kitchen table she is likely in the den. Visiting with a friend. Or maybe it’s family she’s chatting with. Or perhaps it’s David and Cathy dropping off some tomatoes from their garden to say thanks for the mayhaw jelly. Honestly it could be just about anyone in that den with Mamaw. Because everyone knows County Road 2614. Well, they probably don’t know the number. But they know it’s the road across from the elementary. Where down toward the end on the right Mamaw and Papaw live.

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