Good morning friends,
Today I am going to tell you more about my momma. She was raised in Kentucky in a 2 room cabin, no electric or running water until she was older. She is the 11th of 13 children. She lived way back in the woods up a holler, Flint Branch. Her mother never raised her voice or spanked them, but somehow they knew she meant business
She has told of many adventures her and her siblings had. My mom suffered horrible allergic reaction to poison ivy and as you can imagine that didn't work well for the environment she lived in. Once a year an old Indian (native American) would come out of the hills, he was a healer. My grandma Lula asked him about this problem, he told her to gather poison ivy during a certain time and boil it and have my mom drink the tincture. She did and my mom remembers tasting it and it was horrid but she drank, and never had a reaction again, and neither have I. She said he also had cures for cancer and other things of that nature, but one day he never came back. My mom loved the woods, she would spend whole days out hunting mushrooms or blackberries. She said she felt close to God there and could talk to Him. I only went with her a few times because I don't like the outdoors as much, but am blessed I got to be with her. She has mysteries in her childhood. Her younger brother Noah Jr. or Junior as he was called got cancer in his eye when he was about 8 or so and my mom was 12, their mom and dad had to take him to Columbus Ohio for surgery and treatment and were gone for well over a month and left my mom under the care of her sister who was older but also a heavy drinker. So my mom had to watch her baby sister PUDGE 6ish and her cousins Jimmy and Larry Flint and Ted Flint her nephew. They ran out of food quickly and started going to the neighbor and they wouldn't help. She said she remembers very little of that time and actually blocked most of it out of her memory. She did remember however when her dad got home, he was the preacher at the church at the head of the holler, He stood and let his fury fly to the congregation about not helping his children and turning them away. How they amened him Sunday morning but couldn't feed his kids. She said never again did they ever have to worry again about what to eat. The same brother with the cancer now had a new shiny glass eye that he could pop out and show people, also nearly got his head chopped off, they were playing near the wood pile, and an ax was setting there and she dared him to do something brave, (she did that a lot) and he fell and his neck landed on the ax. Her father gathered him up holding the artery got on a mule and rode the 2 miles to town holding him, and they saved him. My grand parents prayed. My mom loved to play jokes on people. Once she got soot out of the chimney and filled her dads black socks for Sunday with it. They had regular foot washings each Sunday and him being the Preacher was the first to take off his socks, we he turned red in the face at seeing his feet and just said in a slow southern drawl, "My children have been up to mischief again" and looked at my mom. She was a trouble maker. Sunday's after church all the men folk would go to their house for dinner and then go in the yard where they would kneel to pray. well they had just gotten a new goat and it liked to buck, so she waited for just the moment and as they knelt she released the goat. She said that was one of the rare times she was spanked but it was so worth it. Her name is another unique thing about her. When she was born her mom was out of names and didn't put one on her birth certificate, so her grandpa said we have to call her something. Her eyes were sparkling and hair so white it looked blue, so he started calling her Blue. Well the name stuck and even though they finally chose a name when she was 6 months old, Beatrice, Blue was all she was ever called. Her middle name was Faye and that is how it was spelled on everything, and on the day of her funeral I was looking in her Bible and found her birth certificate with the name portion stapled on with her new name, but her middle name was not spelled Faye it was Fae. Fae is another name for Fairy and if you know us at all we do all things fairy at our house so to us it was just one more way of explaining to us why she was the way she was. We were very blessed to have this amazing person as our mother and though we have had to get over a lot in therapy hehehe she always had a story to tell, a song to sing or a joke to play.
Be blessed
Always
Suszi
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