Grandma Lynn

My Grandmother, Josephine Malinda Nations Watson, was called by all grandchildren “Grandma Lynn” and by people in the community “Aunt Lynn.”

She had a long finger that was stiff and straight up to the last joint where the part beyond the joint was locked in a bent forward position. This story would be much better if I could remember just what happened to the finger and which hand it was on. She had some sort of accident. But I can see that finger to this day. Although I cannot remember much else about it, I do remember being amazed at how she could do all the things that she wanted to do.

She was a small woman. There were many times that she would sing different songs to me. During the time that I remember her, she sang with a trembling voice. It was good entertainment. There was one song that I remember very well. The whole family identified it as her song. If I could write music, I surely would put the tune down. The song packed a lot of truth about life and death in a short verse. Following is the verse:

For one fortune smiles,
For another it fails,
But no matter what the day may bring;
We all are human,
And we’ve all got to die,
Six feet of earth make us all of one size!

This was written by Roy C. Watson on August 16, 1986 in Jackson, Mississippi.