Was that the name of the ole black woman that use to sell parched peanuts at the ballgames? That sure was good eating. I had to get someone else to go get mine because Mr. McKelvy wouldn't let us leave our seats after we had marched in. Didn't the band sound impressive marching under the stadium with the drummers just tapping the drum sticks on the side of their drums and the metal taps on the shoes clicking away.
Zona
The same one, Zona --- knee boots and jodphurs, or whatever those "riding breeches" were called. I guess she wore them twenty-four hours a day for as long as she lived. She could carry a watermelon around on her head all day, too.