Hi, Everyone!
As I mentioned in my Tuesday blog, I’ve got one more paper to write before my final exam. My final paper is centered around a beautifully spirited woman whom I love so much: Vivian Jewel Jones—a.k.a. my Gramma Jewel. Just check this out:
They don’t come any sweeter than my grandmother, Vivian Jewel Jones, Baby!
Diminutive in stature but larger than life, this sweet, little silver-haired lady was born, raised, and educated in Ruleville, Mississippi on October 15, 1935, to Gregory and Lynn Coleman. Whereas I know her fondly as “Gramma Jewel,” she is known throughout her neighborhood as “Ms. Viv” or “Auntie Jewel.” She is the traditional “ol’ skool” Southern grandmother, as she greets everyone she meets with “Hey, Baby!” or “Hi, Honey.”
Diminutive in stature but larger than life, this sweet, little silver-haired lady was born, raised, and educated in Ruleville, Mississippi on October 15, 1935, to Gregory and Lynn Coleman. Whereas I know her fondly as “Gramma Jewel,” she is known throughout her neighborhood as “Ms. Viv” or “Auntie Jewel.” She is the traditional “ol’ skool” Southern grandmother, as she greets everyone she meets with “Hey, Baby!” or “Hi, Honey.”
Vivian is the mother of five lovable yet rambunctious children (her words exactly), and a grandmother of seven—of which I am the youngest grandchild. She is also recognized in her community as a good neighbor and a true friend. An avid churchgoer, one can find Vivian on the second row of the Mother’s Board at First Baptist Church every Sunday, and you can catch her at Bible Study on Wednesday evenings.
Full of life and vibrancy, Vivian is a very strong-spirited Christian woman who makes friends everywhere she goes. She is very close to her next door neighbors, and she also makes the best strawberry seven-up cake in the world.
Now, mind you: This is only the rough draft, but have you noticed that this essay is writing itself? Perhaps it’s because I’ve been around my Gramma Jewel in all eighteen and a half years of my life—that and the stories that my mom, aunts, and uncles have shared with me. And even Gramma Jewel herself has regaled me with stories of her past. I know she would want me to include how she grew up in the middle of the Great Depression, how she was the third in her family to graduate college, and of course, how she met Grampa Clark.
Yes, I know—I am having way too much fun with this essay!
You know, if you ever want to meet a real celebrity, I suggest you meet Vivian Jewel Jones… and I’m not saying that just because she’s my grandmother—I’m saying it because she really is a larger-than-life celebrity to me.
Well, I gotta go finish up this here final essay. Holla!
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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