My Grandmother Williams

My grandmother Cecil Williams had this special way of referring to her three sons-in-law and one daughter-in-law. She would, in the midst of a normal conversation, if one of “them” came up, curl up her lips, bare her teeth, screw up her face so as to make it perfectly clear her meaning, snarl “That Pete!” or “That Floyd!” or “That Vern!” Or in an even more caustic manner “That Mattie!” It never failed. My grandmother was an equal opportunity criticizer of sons-and-daughters-in-law.