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Be sure to go back and read part 1
Miss Laura Mae’s stories always held my interest, though they certainly weren’t intended for my ears.
“The twins come about a month after Floyd left. To tell the truth, I was kind of glad he wasn’t there to get me “that way” again right off the bat like he done before. They was a few weeks early, so I was up all hours of the day and night a’nursing ‘em. Floyd’s mama, Miz Barker was gittin’ kind of childish, so I brung her to come stay so I didn’t have to try to watch her, too. Turns out, she was purty good help, a’rockin’ one of them babies all the time instead o’ tryin’ to run off all the time. Seems like it kind of settled her. She was a sweet ol’ lady.
The garden was a’comin’ in an’ we had plenty to eat without buyin’ much groceries. Miz Barker, Floyd’s mama told me I could git her pressure cooker to do the cannin’ and that shore helped, not havin’ to worry about my beans and tomaters goin’ bad no more. I had got a check or two, so I was able to get a kerosene stove and git rid of that ol’ wood stove. I got Joe Smith to set it up out in the yard so I could do my cannin’ on it. It shore was better not heatin’ the house up.
I had always took in ironin’ at a nickel a piece to help us over times when Floyd was drinkin’. I was real careful to go straight an’ pay on my grocery bill soon as I got paid so Floyd couldn’ git in my ironin’ money. Sometimes that was all that was comin’ in. I got Betty Lou, Myrt, and Glomie started ironin’ as soon as they was tall enough. I tried to let’em keep a quarter a week of the ironin’ money when I could. I’d let ‘em play about an hour after school, then soon as they was through with their homework, put ‘em to ironin’. We’d all listen to the radio while we was ironing long as the batteries lasted. Purty soon, they was savin’ their part of the ironin’ money for batteries.
Things was good till Jody got burnt. He follered Jimmy out to burn to trash and caught his clothes on fire. He was burned bad all over his back, big ol’ blisters everwhere. Doctor Garnett come out to see him and gave me some salve and pain syrup and told me to keep them burns covered. He couldn’t say if Jimmy’d make it or not. It was right in the heat of the summer. Pore little Jimmy suffered so. I had all I could do takin’ care of him and them babies. I don’t know what I’d a done without Miz Barker a’rockin ‘em like she done. With Jimmy so sick, I couldn’t nurse ‘em all the time like I needed to, so I got ‘em on the bottle some to help out. Mr. Jones down at the store let me run my bill up purty high a time or two when I had to keep Carnation Milk without complainin’ a bit. The girls kept right up with the ironin’, never passin’ a word when I couldn’ give ‘em nothing.
My sisters Oly and Ory helped the boys keep the garden goin’ and when it come in, they done most of the cannin’, leavin’ me to take care of Jimmy and the babies. Bessie an’ Joe Smith took to milkin’ the cow in the mornin’ so I didn’t have to get up before daylight after being up so much at night. I don’t know how I’d a’made it if I hadn’ had all that help. In a month or so, Jody was doin’ purty good. By that time, I had them babies purty much on the bottle, and I was able to pick my work back up. I don’t know what I’d a’done without good neighbors, but I was so glad when I could pick my ironin’ and my garden back up and take care of my own young’uns. I was proud for the help, but ever’body needs to make their own way and not be worryin’ other folks.
To be continued
I think we have a huge fund of elderly who would be so much happier spending more time with the wee ones. Young adults would get a break, and the children benefit from the old folks’ wisdom. Many societies we call primitive and tribal arranged things this way.
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Both my grandmothers lived with daughters.
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It’s nice they could find a way to get along. I’ve tried living with mine ~ to be humiliated, threatened and sabotaged I think there’s less heartbreak in getting it from strangers. Then, also, I don’t feel like I enable it in her mind by my continued presence. When you read or see stories about weird crime between family members it’s believable, but when it’s happening in real life people pass it by thinking it can’t possibly be happening.
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Oh, I don’t think it was a picnic. One grandmother did all the childcare and housework. She did the family laundry and cooked dinner the day she died. My dad’s mother went from kid to kid. It had to be tough.
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Gotcha. I remember doing dishes for seven. I wouldn’t have minded, but they actually did their best to make it as gross as possible. I didn’t want to think so then, but more recent experiences have made me pretty sure there are some strong Nazi tendencies there.
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Horrible thought.
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Good word for it 😱
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Loved this, I could here her southern sounding voice in my head as I read looking forward to part 3
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I am so glad
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Not many can write a good Southern accent. You are one of the few
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I loved archaic langauage. My dad’s mother was raised around here. She said ary and nary instead of none. “I ain’t got nary tomater left.” “Nary one of them ol’ gals is fitten for my boys to spark.”
My other grandmother was raised near Marian, Va. She was well- educated and earned a teacher’s certificate. Her father was head of the school board and refused to let her work. He didn’t want people to think he couldn’t take care of his womenfolk. He set her up in the egg and butter business and sold her produce in his store. He did always her to have a seamstress business. She had more business than she could handle.
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You’ve for the speech down perfect.
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I do love language.
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