Not a day goes by that I do not think of my Great Grandmother and the words of wisdom she so freely given.
I was five years old when we moved to a little town in Indiana. I remember living in a large room off the old wash-house at my Great Grandmothers place. To me my Great Grandmother was an exceptional woman, not only was she my Grandfather’s mother but she was a fabulous cook. How many people remember an older family member cooking with Lard, don’t turn your nose up. I know it is considered unhealthy by today’s standards, but I often wonder. People live a lot longer eating differently than we do now.
Eleanora Medley, was my grannies name, she was a very spunky woman. She was gifted with what some call paranormal gifts. She knew when people where coming to visit and when it was not the right time to go visiting her friends. This gifts were only whispered about in my family of Holy-Roller-Pentecostal raised church going people. I was drug to church every Wednesday night and twice on Sunday’s, until I was old enough to decide for myself what I wanted and I stopped going.
Our family did not openly discuss what is commonly known today as, ESP or Having the Gift of Sight, if and when referred to by the women in our family, it was called Women’s Intuition. What can I say, the women out numbered the men in our family, mostly due to the fact the men could not keep their pants on so the women divorced them. Yeah, we are stubborn that way, none of use are will to be the dumb, blind little woman.
I just chalked it up to poor choices on the part of the women in my family, guess love truly is blind.
Eleanora had a slue of wonderful sayings, most we call One Liner’s. Things like:
The bird in your hand is worth two in a bush
No good dead goes unpunished
And the one I remember her telling me most often, “Don’t Air Your Dirty Laundry in Public.” I am not sure at what age I completely understand what that saying meant, I am sure I asked my mom the meaning, at a very young age. In our family it meant we did not speak of things that went on in our home to outsiders. It was taboo to tell people what went on within the walls of our home.
When I was growing up no one stepped in when a man beat his wife and kids. It was not considered abuse, and if a woman was to say her husband raped her she would be scorned, shunned and shamed. After all she was the property of her husband.
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