Who made the pickles

I said to him,
“Who made the pickles?”  

He answered me in his long Texas draw…like I had never heard it before,
“It was Randy’s

Daughter’s

Husband’s

Grandmother” ………………… he never took his eyes off the ballgame.

He was from Comanche.    I had to stop and laugh a little at his dialect.
I finished eating my pickle, washed my hands and then went outside
to sit in the evening sun… disappearing on the horizon. …………………