BORN IN 1899, my Grandma King was an uncomplicated
country woman whose formal education ended sometime
during the sixth grade. One of my fondest childhood memories
of her revolves around feeling the warm tone in her southern
drawl whenever she’d call out to my four sisters and me for a
little lovin’ with, “Come ‘n gimme some shugga.”
It’s funny how young minds can innocently tie things together
that don’t necessarily belong together, and even funnier how
that intermingling can oftentimes become so integrated that a
lifetime of decision-making can be subconsciously influenced by
these misconnections. For me - and who knows if Grandma King
really had anything to do with it or not - I think equating love
with sugar must’ve been one of those obscure childhood
misconnections.
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