“Miss Vada” Dillon never knew I wanted to grow up to be like her.  In our farming community of Standing Rock Creek, TN, when someone was having a baby, “Miss Vada” was summoned. I never knew what she did exactly once she got there, but neighbors seemed to think she needed to be wherever a new baby was arriving. In my child’s mind, she was the wise one, the “go to” person who had all the answers and knew what to do in a crisis. Continue reading