Aimee Graves was born in Savanna, GA and graduated from the School for International Training in Brattleboro, Vermont with a Master’s in International Administration and from the University of Georgia with undergraduate degrees in Communication Studies and Spanish. Her father and his brothers sold the Bluffton Seafood Company and oyster factory in South Carolina they'd inherited and her father apprenticed to be a foundry man in Oklahoma. After that, they kept moving west because her father’s clients were primarily Western sculptors. Once he had his own foundry, they lived in Missouri, Colorado, and Arizona, eventually settling back in Georgia. Aimee is a CARF surveyor and a consultant for organizations seeking accreditation.
Aimee laughs, cries and howls over fiction. Novels that she goes back to time and again are “Handling Sin” by Michael Malone, “The Sparrow” by Mary Doria Russell because both of them speak to the messiness and hope of life. She also enjoys non-fiction about history and religion such as “Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World” by Jack Weatherford for its broad take on how we have been influenced by others from long ago; and many works by Elaine Pagels, Mathew Fox, Marcus Borg, John Dominic Crossan and Karen Armstrong for inspiration.
Aimee enjoys cooking, gardening both vegetables and flowers, bike-riding, canoeing and camping. Since there was no TV in her father’s house, her family did all of these activities together for fun and sustenance. They still ground Aimee in her urban-life today.
Mike Harris and Aimee have been married for 23 years. They bought a 1941 adobe house in New Deal Acres (commonly known as Blenman-Elm) and have been fixing it up together since 1998. It’s the project that never ends! Both of them adore their two Pomeranians, Isa and Mamie. Aimee wrote a piece about her background and wanted to share it with her fellow Rotarians.
Where I’m From
Mine is a Southern family with a
carpetbagger branch.
My childhood of Spanish moss and red
bugs and gnats.
Live music played in homes with sour cream
and McCormick’s French Dip seasoning.
I am of specially-homemade-for-me
school clothes,
Canoe trips down crystal Ozark creeks—
Huge fish shadows on the river beds.
I am from the smell of radiators and wooden school house floors and
“Scott + Aimee” carved high up in a Sycamore.
Guinnea hens, goats and Sassafras root tea,
am I from.
And hot, moist chocolate garden dirt,
pink salamander caught in the leaf pile fire.
Bushels of beans to be snapped in
Grandmama’s lap.
I am from aluminum steamers on every
relatives’ kitchen stove—pip! pip! pipping!
Smell of rice and butter beans.
Screen door slamming in the summer’s heat, too hot even
for a sheet on the sleeping porch.