Wednesday, January 05, 2011

grandma told me...

My grandmother Powell liked to talk and tell me stories of days gone by.
She told me that when aunt Fleta was young she got very sick with a lot of cramps and grandma said that she had ate to many green apples. during the night they called the doctor because Fleta was having convulsions and she had a fever. The doctor had two tubs of water prepared one cold and one warm . The doctor would dip the child in warm water then cold water until her fever went down.
When daddy was a baby he got a crochet needle punched in his belly. Grandma was scared to death and went running to the neighbors. The neighbor arrived and gently removed the needle from daddy's belly. He had no ill effects from the accident.
this was not the case of his burnt hand. one day while grandma was out side doing some work daddy crawled into the hot ashes and burnt his right hand severally.
He would not use his hand so grandpa tied his left hand so he was forced to use the injured hand. when daddy was laying in his coffin the last thing I saw of him was his right hand with the scare between the thumb and the index finger on his right hand.
She told of the summer that Thelma,Truman and daddy came down sick and almost died. She told me that until then aunt Thelma had brown hair and all of her hair fell out and came back in Red.daddy told how they would not give him food by doctors orders. daddy would wait until everyone was asleep then make his way to the kitchen to eat what ever he could find in the warmer above the wood cook stove. Grandpa Powell thought they had Diphtheria.
Grandma's last baby was born dead or died at birth. grandma told how they built a coffin and how the women lined the box with cloth and laid the baby on a quilt. The name of this child was William. grandma planned on having 3 children who name would be Bobby{Floyd}, Betty and Billy

4 comments:

Sister--Three said...

Daddy told me about climbling out the window and eating walnuts he cracked with a rock as he was so hungry and they would not give him food. I think the Dr. had said they should have very little food.

Love the stories.

Donna said...

These stories are so much like the ones my mom used to tell. Grandma never was much to tell stories of the old days, even when I'd try to coax them out of her. I do recall her saying my Aunt Ruby, used to cry all the way to town on Saturdays when they went by horse and wagon. I asked why, and Grandma said she didn't know why, but until Aunt Ruby was about 2 years old, she just cried all the way.

The 4th Sister said...

I remember the story about the kids getting sick and were allowed no food...or very little...Daddy swears he got better faster than his sisters because he stole food to eat...I have been reading all about Betty's posts on the DNA ...she is like a dog with a bone....yeah I have to laugh because I wonder who in the hell Clayton is also...I remember asking Fleta if she watched him swab his cheek because I figured he would go have some Mexican swab his own cheek...BTW Clayton has informed me more than once that it is not just a swab but was a sraper thing that was very uncomfortable...good thing Betty has the ability to just upgrade and not have to get another swab....she would be SOL...

Linda@VS said...

Loved these stories, Patsy. It's word-of-mouth stories like these that are lost forever if someone doesn't write them down. Glad you're doing it for your family.