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Mountain Folks...part2

Posted 08-09-2008 at 09:24 AM by Miss Blue

Previously......I was about to meet my new kinfolk and I was very frightened..Grampa was making his way toward me as I exited the car and he.......
didn't wait for any introductions..He reached out and encircled me in his arms and delivered the biggest bear hug I could imagine..Meanwhile, halfway between the car and the steps leading to the front porch, my h had gramma in a bearhug to match grampa's..We were about to switch huggers..I braced myself for another "breath taker" from gramma, but instead I was wrapped in the sweetest softest embrace, while she said how glad she was to have me in the family..

By now we were surrounded by relatives and children who were all hugging and greeting us..There was Aunt Kat, a tiny lady with a huge red pigtail that seemed to wrap and wrap around her head..She had on the white uniform and white hose and a white cap perched on her pigtail that told me she was the RN older sister of my h's mom. She also had 6 or 7 children of various ages around her..I later learned that she had 10 children.

We finally made it to the top of the stairs leading to the covered front porch that had 4 white caned bottom rocking chairs, and grampa's spittoon sat beside one.

Inside the house, I was immediately transported to another time..The walls were gleaming white three inch slats of wood..Here and there was a picture of a long dead relative looking at me with stiff high collared dresses and shirts and just as stiff expressions on their faces..I was drawn to an 8x10 black and white picture next to the kitchen entry of a man lying in a casket and a line of adults and children at the head and foot of the casket, all with somber looks on their faces..I was a little shocked as I had never seen a picture of anyones family member in a casket displayed anywhere let alone their living room wall..I learned later that it was my mil's younger brother who had drowned in the river out front during a flood.

No Tv in this room, but there was a radio in the prominate place on a beautiful round table set between a comfortable platform rocker and a rocking chair with a shiny spittoon beside it, and I knew that was grampa's seat..

The rest of the house was just as spotless and just as a part of the unchanging past as this room..I loved the bedrooms with their flowered and vined wallpaper, and starched white curtains. I was awestruck by the beautiful handmade quilts on every bed and one folded at the foot of the beds..I saw that all the beds looked to have big soft feather ticks on them. I imagined sleeping here with the window open and the fresh mountain breeze and night sounds putting me into a peaceful slumber.
Next I was taken to the heart of any home..the kitchen..and I was among the wonderful aroma's that assaulted me since stepping on the front porch ago..Fried chicken, homemade buttermilk biscuits, gravy, fresh green beans boiling on the back of a white enamel gas stove, that had tall ornate legs on it and the oven at eyelevel beside the 4 burners atop the stove..There was a worn and faded unknown patterned linoleum on the floor..About three feet of well scrubbed bare floorboards showed all around the linoleum..I noticed an old butter churn in the corner and it had been used recently and I was once again overcome with the feeling that I was home..

I saw the back of a tiny woman at the sink with a long gray braid hanging to her mid back, she turned as we entered and immediately locked her brown eyes directly on me, and she wasn't smiling or offering to give me a hug.,

As I stood there with ever redding face and not knowing what to say, my h crossed the room, swooped her up and and around in another bearhug..This was the Aunt Pearl he had warned me about..Gramma's sister who was a "fireball " of a little woman who spoke exactly what was on her mind and whose sentences usually began and ended with "Hmmmmph"..He sat her down and she came closer to me and looked me in the eye and all 4 ft 8 inches of her showed disdain as she said "Hmmmph, so you're the city gal with the dyed hair Dan married? Why any DECENT gal would go inta th Army is beyond me...Hmmmmmph" Everyone just ignored Pearls words, and I figured they were used to her sarcasm, but I was crushed and just wanted to leave! Over time we were to become very close and I was as charmed by her ways as everyone else was..

Gramma announced dinner and being shy I hesitated to go to the long table at the far end of the kitchen that held lots of delicious flavored food.,including fresh churned butter and a pitcher of buttermilk.. I saw that the women seemed to all either be standing around the table or rushing between stove and table or refrigerator and table, they were not sitting down, but the men and boys were sitting down..Gramma asked my h to "Turn thanks" and I heard him pray for the first time..and I was a bit stunned at this new picture of him..I didn't know he was religious, but had noticed that on the way here he brought the subject up a few times and seemed a little nervous about discussing it, yet he seemed to want to know what I believed and I told him with no discomfort like he seemed to have with my beliefs..After the prayer I sat down by my H and one of his little neices told me that the women don't eat with the men..I was embarrassed that I had broken some rule and quickly got up, but gramma told me to sit tight and enjoy the meal..

When the men and boys left the table the women sat down and seemed to enjoy the female companionship, even though the potatoes were cold..We laughed and I got a sense that they really enjoyed the time together..and I was beginning to feel a part of them..

It was time to leave and travel the 30 minutes to Grundy in Virginia..In fact the spot here in the road was called State Line..
On the drive to my h parents I told him that I had a very hard time understanding some of the language of his relatives, and was shocked that their accent was so different from my H, who spoke more with a deep southern accent, whereby his relatives had more of a hillbilly accent and pronounced words that I did not understand..He just laughrd and said that someday I would probably pick up the accent myself..

It was all remote country between State Line and Grundy then a few houses and roadside stores began to appear..The mountains also seemed higher and much more close together..The welcome to Grundy sign appeared around one bend and my h said just a couple more minutes now..Mom and Dad live just ahead..I had met them at our wedding briefly a few days ago and instantly bonded with my fil, who was friendly, outgoing and always had something interesting to say and I looked forward to seeing him again..My mil seemed more reserved and I was a little uneasy..

My h turned off the main road and began a slow ascent up a very steep and narrow street..At the top he made a sharp left and there was the under construction house I knew they were building and beside it was a trailer that was their tempory home..My h began blowing the horn and I saw the door open and my fil appeared with a younger man whom I knew was my bil..A very pregnant young lady was beside him who was his wife...........
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  1. Old Comment
    and then when I get all deep in the story..im forced to wait yet again. wonderful blue..i know it will be worth the wait.
    Posted 08-09-2008 at 10:13 AM by arguy1973 arguy1973 is offline
  2. Old Comment
    Blue, loved the aunt pearl part. =) Your blogs are interesting... I can't wait for the next one...
    Posted 08-09-2008 at 10:44 AM by JoshB JoshB is offline
  3. Old Comment
    What an interesting beginning for such an interesting lady. Will wait patiently for next installment Love ya!
    Posted 08-10-2008 at 10:11 PM by mams1559 mams1559 is offline
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    blue62 /// you are good ;; you are a Paul Harvey wrighter
    Posted 08-19-2008 at 12:01 AM by Ody Ody is offline

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