Well, I don’t know why she had the smelling salts. Perhaps she just liked the bottle. She didn’t speak much about her early life and she certainly didn’t tell me this…but, recently, in my researches, I came upon a newspaper article from the early 1900s which mentioned that she had fought off a man who tried to assault her on her way home one afternoon. Not only that, he was caught and charged and sentenced. And this man’s name made me think he belonged to one of THE landowning families in the area…so go Grandma! She was feisty. She also taught her bantam hens to do tricks. I wonder what kind of tricks?
My granny did have a colorful past. Rolled down hose, turned up nose, bathtub gin and bobbed hair. She taught me how to do the Charleston when I was nine years old.
Speaking of bathtub gin! I just discovered a house in the neighborhood that belonged to a bootlegger, and there are tubs for it in the basement and a tunnel to the house two doors down! Come visit and we’ll Charleston on over 😉 .
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Heather in Arles
May 13, 2014
I love that story! I wanna see!
And nope. If either of my Grandmas had colorful pasts, they kept their lips sealed…
My grandmother certainly had a colorful past – both of them, really. But one of them was an editor of 12 newspapers for over 40 years… and when she’d get drunk, she’d start singing “off we go… into the wild blue yonder”. She was a pip!
I suspect she did. 😉
Tell us about your grand-mama of the smelling salts sometime? 🙂
Well, I don’t know why she had the smelling salts. Perhaps she just liked the bottle. She didn’t speak much about her early life and she certainly didn’t tell me this…but, recently, in my researches, I came upon a newspaper article from the early 1900s which mentioned that she had fought off a man who tried to assault her on her way home one afternoon. Not only that, he was caught and charged and sentenced. And this man’s name made me think he belonged to one of THE landowning families in the area…so go Grandma! She was feisty. She also taught her bantam hens to do tricks. I wonder what kind of tricks?
Out of the fire and into the frying pan?
Now seriously, Grandma sounds fantastic and the best kind of feisty.
The best!
My granny did have a colorful past. Rolled down hose, turned up nose, bathtub gin and bobbed hair. She taught me how to do the Charleston when I was nine years old.
Speaking of bathtub gin! I just discovered a house in the neighborhood that belonged to a bootlegger, and there are tubs for it in the basement and a tunnel to the house two doors down! Come visit and we’ll Charleston on over 😉 .
I love that story! I wanna see!
And nope. If either of my Grandmas had colorful pasts, they kept their lips sealed…
I will see if I can wander over and snap a picture to send you…
I will put on my roller skates and coast down 101 !!
Are you home?
in my bathrobe sipping tea… and looking at Beguiling Hollywood!
A beautiful photograph and the eyeliner is straight with just the slightest of an upturn. Lovely!
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A wise old beauty. That’s a phrase with a nice sound to it 🙂 .
Yes, and you can tell by the slight tilt of her head, her beauty and glamour- such a beautiful photograph.
None of my grandmothers or great grandmothers would talk of the past, so I am quite sure I’m descended from a long line of axe murderers.
Hm… I’m thinking for you…bluestocking and scholars, or, wait, yes…raconteurs!
My grandmother certainly had a colorful past – both of them, really. But one of them was an editor of 12 newspapers for over 40 years… and when she’d get drunk, she’d start singing “off we go… into the wild blue yonder”. She was a pip!
A pip with pipes! Wow, an newspaper editor—there are some stories there.