A Tale Of Two Granny’s

1. - A sweet Beverley Hillbillies type Granny,
2. A Tweety Bird Cartoon Grandmother

Photo by Dobrinoiu Denis on Unsplash

It recently occurred to me, I have written alot about my Legendary Preacher man Grandpa, but very little about my two Grandmothers.

Well that is about to change.

Grandmother #1. She was amazing. She was a typical tough lady, capable of any situation to overcome, and to adapt. She would milk the cow, gather the chicken eggs, lit Bon-fires, churn the butter, and cook all the meals, including the, as she said, the Cathead Biscuits.

She would roll out the dough, and use her fists, to make flatten out the dough, not too much, just enough to leave her fist impressions in the dough. Which she said had the shape of a cats head. I never saw it myself. But who was going to challenge this sweet lady?

Granny #2 This was my Granny who was married to my Preacher-man Grandpa. She had no farm, but not scared of anything. She once she killed a snake in her bed. I walked through her room to go out the back door, of the house. I saw a snake on top of her bed. I have no idea what kind of a snake, but Mr, Snake Met Manamaw's broom.

She told me, “Old Proverb, the dead snake will be gone in the morning. I told her, young Proverb, I saw the snake move, It’s not dead.” Either way, that is between her and Mr. Fangs…