Thank you Hellcat
for showing that part of BEAUTY in your life and giving all
of us encouragement to recreate the loving and supportive
relationships requierd in our ARAYN heritage where ALL
members of our tribal group were cherished.
In a difficut childhood the two best memories I have of
sharing and loving are from my father's mother a stunningly lovely
German woman of great gentleness and strong community
involvement where I spent weekends all during the WW2
And another grandmother, the grandmother of my mother,
Who was only in her sixties and still pretty with long white hair
down below her
buttcheeks a
that she let down and brushed twice a day.
All the women on that side had red hair from carrot to red auburn.
It was a joy for me to be allowed to run my hands down<b
r><
r> her hair I called angel hair and sometimes she let me brush*t.
She was already stooped over with poor nutrition and stress
but active.
She taught me my ABC's at four and numbers to twenty
as I would be going to school that fall
and in those days it was a SHAME on the family if the kids
entering school did not have these basics.
She taught me to tie my shoes and button my coat,
tie milk money in my hankie,
WE USED HANKIES THEN !
tho a company named Kimberley Clark had a product
called Kleenex it was thought of as frippery as it cost money
( the depression had mot yet run its second FDR cycle )
and we did our laundry in tubs on the back porch with a scrub board
<b
r> and Octagon soap and water was free.
Both these women loved me and gave me care.
Something a newly divorced and out working mother could not do,
nor did she want to.<b
r><b
r>My sourc
e of warmth and sense of being wanted came from these
beautiful , strong, and loving two women from each sie of my family.
My
great grandmother ( mothers grandmother) was brought up
on what remained of the family
farm and told tales of the Yankee invasions from her mother and aunts.
Also of disobediant slaves.
No one was hurt or tortured.
Mostly the disobedience was minor stealing and drunkenness
and most of the slaves living on farms then were happy
and comfortable and well behaved.
I believe they had had three mabe four, who were taken care of as
extended family.
They were not HUGE palntation people, there were not that many anyway.
Most of the South was small to middle sized fa
mily farms.
And even the wealthy BLACK FARMERS had slaves and were often brutal in their treatmtne of them.
They were simply middleclass farmers who all worked hard
<b
r>and th
e woman head of th
e house was teacher and doctor to ALL,
including the slaves.
When reconstruction came they let all slaves go, two would not leave the family
and their descendants were
still living in the area when I was a kid and went to
the farm
every smmer for two weeks.
They worked for my family when the cotton and tobacco had to be harvested.
The rest of the time they looked for work on any of the round about
surviving farms and eked out a living as we did.
EVERYONE was better off before the war and may exslaves would
tell tales and wish for the old days back.
Mentally healthy blacks WANT a strong authority to set up boundaries and
take responsibility .
They realize they need parenting.
Mentally healthy blacks, not too many around anymore.
My fathers mother told tales of being a young wife with children coming
along fast and her husband b
eing a forem
an on a railroad section
they lived in a railroad car.
All the workmen lived in tents and the whole area was mud a lot of the time
No plumbing. Men peeing into the guter where handy and smells and flies.
My Pisces grandmother was NOT comfortable but
they were posted there
so she did her duty.
Would not have considered otherwise.
She had to walk on temporary walk ways made of boards and get to the water
tanks and haul buckets back to her railroad car.
She washed for her children and husband in this manner also
with a scrub board by hand.
My father was her second child and was born there.
She had a newborn and the first just out of diapers and husbands dirty
work clothes, the bed linen , table line
n, and all personal items to do by hand
WHILE PREGNANT !
When they left that post and settled in Hattiesburg in a five bedroom house, grandpa bought h
er a wringer was
her.
Even her younger boys c
ame to the kitchen to try it !
The neighbors came in to take a hand at it.
This was '41.
We were still churning our own butter then
and all the boys went hunting regularly for needed food.
Life was still hard but good and family bonded.
The other side of my family,
moms side was alredy breaking up,
and the war finished that.
The differences were easy to see.
We lived with mom and her mother, a difficult woman ,all week
and went to other family on weekends.
Like night and day.
Sis and I looked forward all week to getting in the taxi on Saturday mornings and off the other family
a large and educated group with very diverse interests who nevertheless
were alw
ays interested in each others pursuits and mutually helpful.
Grandfather was very much the patriarch and grandmother ran the home and
family in q
uiet ( as quiet as
possible with three sports and hunting so
ns!)
but very strong manner.
I often think my better values were got there from her.
And I still tell her so tho she died in '68.
speaking to my Ancestors gives me daily courage.
Thank you XUXA for telling us of a recent generation and how it efffects us all.
You grew up witnessing up close the increase of c
ancer.
IMO it is a result of our conditioning.
Sometimes people cant cope and inside it gets so painful emotionally cancer comes in as an escape.
This is the result of J*w CONDITIONING.
It is destroying us psychologically first, then physically.
I am sorry you had to be your own mother and father.
Are there more of our online family who can
tell of how we are being
formed a a people and what changes we can make to recapture our heritage??
After we throw off the yoke of j
ew destruction of our
ancient ways. :tongue:
