Took Grandma to the park one day so she could get some
fresh air and get out of the house for awhile. Just a change of
scenery. It was hot outside. She decided she wasn't going without
her sweater and head scarf. So off we went to the park, took a
chair for Grandma to sit in. Well, there she sit looking down,
sweater pulled around her tight with her head scarf on. Afraid
she'd catch cold. Now I know this isn't funny but this was a Kodak
moment and everytime I remember it makes me smile. I loved my
Grandma. Oh let me tell you this, it was 70 degrees outside.
Our Sunday drives sometimes included going to Grandma and
Grandpa's house for dinner. How I loved smelling the burning of
wood and coal burning in her cookstove. Grandpa would sit around
the pot belly stove in the living room as Grandma and Mommy would
cook. He'd open the door of the pot belly stove and sit there and
chew tobacco and spit the juice in the stove. I'd sit and watch
with amazement how that tobacco juice made it in there everytime.
Grandma made the best food. Everything from scratch just like
Mommy did. She had the best biscuits always brown and crisp on the
bottom. Never knew her secret until Mom told me one day. She'd
take an iron skillet put grease in the bottom and get it hot. Then
she'd but her biscuit dough in it and put it in the oven. Gosh
those biscuits were so good.
There were nine of us kids. Thank goodness we weren't
all kids all the same time*L*. Mom told me one night her and Daddy
loaded the kids up in the station wagon (I wasn't born yet)and was
going to the grocery store. They lived out in the country and had
a lot of winding roads. They started down this steep hill and it
was well curvy when all of a sudden something slammed onto the
roof of the car. Mom said only thing they could see was big black
hairy claws holding onto the windshield. She said Daddy kept
swerving the car until he heard a thud and knew whatever that
thing was, had fallen off the station wagon. I asked Daddy about
this years later and he didn't know anything about it.*L* But it
was a good story my mother told.
When my mother was growing up, they were poor. They
didn't wear shoes except for when they went to school or church.
They only got shoes once a year. So if they wore them out they had
to do without until the next year. There were times Grandpa had to
go fetch firewood outside. He'd have to go out in the snow
barefooted cause he didn't have any shoes.
Mom use to make her own souse meat. She was making it one
day and decided to throw the hogs head out side. I swear I think
every dog in the neighborhood was out there within 5 minutes
fighting over that head. They were yelping and carrying on awlful.
You'd think one threw a T-bone steak out there. The noise got so
bad Mommy had to go chase them off and get that hog's head and
bury it. Don't know if the dogs ever came back hunting for it or
not but I bet cha they found it.*L*
Me and Mom use to go blackberry picking out in the
hills. She always told me not to eat any or I wouldn't get any
blackberry dumplings. I always snuck a few anyways.
Mom use to go pick wild creasy greens and those things
would stink the house up for days. But they sure were good.
My cousin that lived next door to us was scared of
worms. I use to pick them up and go scare her with them. She'd run
in the house screaming bloody murder and lock the screen door so I
couldn't get in.
One time we lived in a duplex. My cousins lived in the
other half. We had a hole in the closet where we good talk to each
other at night or if we couldn't go outside. We punched that hole
right in our closets, went through ours right into theirs.*L* We'd
even stick each other notes through it if the other wasn't home.
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