By Ed Nichols
We used to go visit Grandma Perkins down at the insane asylum in Milledgeville ever so often. Grandpa Perkins would not accompany us. Just me and my daddy and mother and my brother Roy would go. We’d get up early and travel for the three hours it took us to get there. Mother would always fix us a good picnic lunch and if Grandma Perkins was in the proper mood they’d let us take her out onto the grassy spot between the two big brick buildings and sit and have our lunch and sometimes good conversation with her.
Sometimes she’d ask us questions and talk just like normal. Other times, she’d tell us that this might be the last time we got to see her because the doctors and psy-col-a-gest were making plans to kill her. Mother would always say to Grandma Perkins, “You know that’s not true, Helen. They’re just trying to help you get better, so you’n come on back home.” [Read more…] about Grandma Perkins