Shit, Fire and Damnation

A couple of weeks ago, I went to visit Mamaw and Papaw so that I could listen to their stories and add to the blog. I said, “Mamaw, what do you want to talk about next?” Without missing a beat, she said, “Shit” (affirmation that this blog is appropriately titled). So that’s what this one is going to be about. Shit. Mamaw worked in nursing homes and hospitals for many years. She also spent some time taking care of elderly people. The irony here is that Mamaw has a highly sensitive gag reflex, especially concerning shit. I remember one time when I was a kid, my little sister, Darrenee, went into the bathroom at Mamaw’s and just shit everywhere. There was shit on the walls, on the floor. Just everywhere. Mamaw went into the bathroom, saw it, and immediately started wretching. Mamaw doesn’t wretch like a normal person, it’s loud and violent. It’s also hysterical to the rest of our family. She was wretching so hard that it made me laugh whilst cleaning up all my sister’s poo. Mamaw wil...