Childhood Memories pt2 My Grandmother
Posted 08-14-2009 at 09:46 AM by Ahryin
All morning I have been thinking about my grandmother. I thought it's about time I write something on here about her since most of my advice and views are influenced and stem from her (or my dad buts that a different blog)
My grandmother was gypsy, I'm sure I have mentioned it before. She traveled around most of the globe but mostly in Europe and Germany until she was brought here.
My grandmother was short..lol (just like me) she had long black hair (that later in her life she dyed brite red) it flowed well beneath her waist line. Her skin was like mine and she spoke with an accent but could also speak without one though she had to speak slowly when she did.
My grandmother lived every day of her life as if it was her last. She appreciated everything, every breeze, every rain drop and beam of sunshine. She was very in tune with nature and her surroundings. At the same time she was driven by the things unseen. She had a crystal ball that she took..EVERYWHERE with her! She read cards, tea leaves, palms...she just had this way about her. At the same time she was irresistable. She knew men and knew how to get exactly what she wanted from them. All except my grandfather that is. My grandfather was a pimp from NYC.
We still have NO clue how they met all we know is he took one look at her and took her. He said when he saw her he knew he didn't want any other man to ever have her.
My grandmother had a nasty temper about her and was a fighter true and through. When my grandfather was courting her he would lock her in the house naked and take all of her clothes. He said he was afraid she would run away if he didn't and he hadn't made her fall in love with him yet. So one day I guess he got cocky..or wanted to make her jealous (who knows) and he came to their home with one of his hoe's...my grandmother flipped and grabbed his shot gun and started running after him (still butt naked) through the streets of NY and over the George Washington Bridge.
After that my grandmother was looked at as the crazy woman in the neighborhood...needless to say..LOL
Whenever you looked at her..she just had this FIRE behind her eyes. She had a way of making the hardest things simple. It was amazing the things that she just knew. Things she had NO way of knowing.
I miss her a lot. For a portion of my life I turned my back on that part of me and I found that you can never really get away from the things that are just burried in your blood line. She, her teachings, her family teachings they are just apart of me.
She was brilliant! She spoke 4 or 5 languages and at times would mix them up...she also always forgot the English word for things which would always make me laugh.
My father adored her! When he was born she would carry him in a carry all bag wrapped around her neck and shoulder. My father had green and hazel eyes and wavy/curly hair. She was afraid he didn't look white enough and would be hurt if she didn't hide him. (My grandmother went through a lot in her lifetime) No one really understood this so they took my father and put him in an orphanage and foster home after foster home. He kept running away and would always find my grandmother. They just had that type of connection. My father and I shared the same connection.
I can't explain it, but its like your heart beats faster when you near the person..like you just know where to turn and where to walk and how to get to them. I define it as true love of souls. Finally I think the system just gave up on my dad and they stopped looking for him. He did everything he could for his mother and at times got into a lot of trouble. Whats funny is she would know before he even stepped foot in the door. My father would laugh and tell me...I don't even know how she knew! "She would scream at me and say I saw you with that girl" She would describe every last detail to my father but wouldn't leave the house that day so had no real way of knowing. It was amazing!
Most people didn't speak to my Grandmother unless they wanted something...so our family was very tight with each other, we grew up with the belief that we are all we have.
I just found it funny that the community could embrace my Grandmother behind closed doors when they wanted something done, a question answered or personal information of some type but was so judgemental in the open. I hated that!
My grandmother was gypsy, I'm sure I have mentioned it before. She traveled around most of the globe but mostly in Europe and Germany until she was brought here.
My grandmother was short..lol (just like me) she had long black hair (that later in her life she dyed brite red) it flowed well beneath her waist line. Her skin was like mine and she spoke with an accent but could also speak without one though she had to speak slowly when she did.
My grandmother lived every day of her life as if it was her last. She appreciated everything, every breeze, every rain drop and beam of sunshine. She was very in tune with nature and her surroundings. At the same time she was driven by the things unseen. She had a crystal ball that she took..EVERYWHERE with her! She read cards, tea leaves, palms...she just had this way about her. At the same time she was irresistable. She knew men and knew how to get exactly what she wanted from them. All except my grandfather that is. My grandfather was a pimp from NYC.
We still have NO clue how they met all we know is he took one look at her and took her. He said when he saw her he knew he didn't want any other man to ever have her.
My grandmother had a nasty temper about her and was a fighter true and through. When my grandfather was courting her he would lock her in the house naked and take all of her clothes. He said he was afraid she would run away if he didn't and he hadn't made her fall in love with him yet. So one day I guess he got cocky..or wanted to make her jealous (who knows) and he came to their home with one of his hoe's...my grandmother flipped and grabbed his shot gun and started running after him (still butt naked) through the streets of NY and over the George Washington Bridge.
After that my grandmother was looked at as the crazy woman in the neighborhood...needless to say..LOL
Whenever you looked at her..she just had this FIRE behind her eyes. She had a way of making the hardest things simple. It was amazing the things that she just knew. Things she had NO way of knowing.
I miss her a lot. For a portion of my life I turned my back on that part of me and I found that you can never really get away from the things that are just burried in your blood line. She, her teachings, her family teachings they are just apart of me.
She was brilliant! She spoke 4 or 5 languages and at times would mix them up...she also always forgot the English word for things which would always make me laugh.
My father adored her! When he was born she would carry him in a carry all bag wrapped around her neck and shoulder. My father had green and hazel eyes and wavy/curly hair. She was afraid he didn't look white enough and would be hurt if she didn't hide him. (My grandmother went through a lot in her lifetime) No one really understood this so they took my father and put him in an orphanage and foster home after foster home. He kept running away and would always find my grandmother. They just had that type of connection. My father and I shared the same connection.
I can't explain it, but its like your heart beats faster when you near the person..like you just know where to turn and where to walk and how to get to them. I define it as true love of souls. Finally I think the system just gave up on my dad and they stopped looking for him. He did everything he could for his mother and at times got into a lot of trouble. Whats funny is she would know before he even stepped foot in the door. My father would laugh and tell me...I don't even know how she knew! "She would scream at me and say I saw you with that girl" She would describe every last detail to my father but wouldn't leave the house that day so had no real way of knowing. It was amazing!
Most people didn't speak to my Grandmother unless they wanted something...so our family was very tight with each other, we grew up with the belief that we are all we have.
I just found it funny that the community could embrace my Grandmother behind closed doors when they wanted something done, a question answered or personal information of some type but was so judgemental in the open. I hated that!
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