Mary C Johnson

I met Mary Johnson while living with our Cousin, Pridrea McMurtry in New Orleans. Mary was a beacon of light at a dismal point in my life. My mom was in the hospital and I lived with Pridrea and Aunt Mary for a while. I looked so to her visits. In a world I was not used to she brought an air of freshness to an otherwise Ho-hum existance. Cooped up like a chicken and regemented so, she, being older than me did seen my lonliness. She'd stay in touch with me, sending dried herbs from her garden and calling her letters blogs. She once asked me, "what do you think of my Blog" I asked her, where is it on the internet, to which she replied, The Letters I mail out are my Blogs. May God Bless the Johnson family and know she is mailing out her Blogs in Heaven