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I was just thinking the other day about how amazing it is, that I know a single thing about some of my

gg grandparents. How blessed I am to have a piece of them in my heart and feel as if in a way I knew them,

or at least, their personality.

I owe it to my Grandpa. I didn’t get to spend as much time with him as I would have liked, because we moved far away for a while. Regardless, the time I did have with him is priceless. Because of him I know…

His grandma was a full blooded Blackfoot “Indian”.

When she was a little girl they had a stranger stop by so they let him stay for dinner. Things got real uncomfortable when he started talking about how he had made babies dance on fire as he laughed. He left after dinner and shortly after her dad went turkey hunting.

One year after just getting in a harvest of potatoes to hold them over winter the stove caught fire while making bread.

It was all they could do to keep her out of the burning house. Heck with the potatoes, she had a brand new pair of bloomers in there.

People use to call her to reverse curses. One time a little girl had wheat straws growing out from under her finger nails. She went over, put a pot on to boil, and knowing the witch would be by she set a broom in front of the door. Shortly a witch stops by and picks up the broom. She wanted her to take the pot off the boil but grandma wouldn’t do till she took the curse off the little girl. She agreed and the girl was well. (I know why grandpa was so superstitious.)

She always knew when it was time to pull up the wagon and leave after her husband got in a fight at the barn dances.

She smoked a corn cob pipe, and as a boy he would steal her tobacco and hide behind the outhouse and smoke it. Later in years, she couldn’t see as well and didn’t notice she dropped hot coals on he lap. Not knowing why her grandson was beating her lap she commenced to slap him on the head and chase him off the porch.

One time they got a real good deal on a horse. They were real happy till on the way home the horse stopped at every house. Come to find out it had belonged to a mail man.

Just like her, her grandson told stories about their life. I thank God he did.

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