Looking back on my four plus years in this space, I found that I’ve written practically nothing about three very important women in my life. Their names are Lily, Alma, and Lois, very early 1900s names. They were my greatgrandmother, and two grandmothers. They became especially central in my life and my brother’s life on September 20, 1960, the day Mama died. You must be an online subscriber to view this story. The full version of this story will be available to all readers after 1 week.