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I've known one Matilda, a very elderly African-American woman who had to use a wheelchair. In spite of the fact that she was in a wheelchair, she still cooked up a storm for her family every day, and it was some of the best down-home Southern cooking you could ever hope to taste. I felt bad for her because her common-law husband was having an affair with a much younger woman (my roommate) right under her nose. I mean, literally, right under her nose---literally, in the back yard while she was in the house. Then he used to take some of the food that she cooked and give it to his girlfriend. Talk about adding insult to injury. He died a few years back.

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She went by the nickname Til and everyone except her children (she had eight) and her grandchildren called her Miss Til. She was a sweet, giving woman, but that fact never made me like her name!