Ethel on her porch in Cross Plains, TX (Image by Author)

Ethel of the Monahans Sand Dunes

A eulogy for a lost generation of west Texas relatives

When I was five or six I remember getting ready for bed with Ethel at Great Grandma Ames’ house in Cross Plains. We were standing together at the bathroom sink in our nightgowns when she popped out her teeth to clean them. I’m sure my eyes went as big as saucers. But in those days in that part of the country, if you…