Great Grandmother Ollie...
PostPosted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 8:38 pm
I can't help but share about what I learned about my grandmother's mother, Ollie. Some of my folks were home and started to talk about this very humorous woman that I wish I could have met, though it might have costed me several butt whipings.
As my kin put it, Great Grandmother Ollie was not a woman that was to be trifled with. If she had to she would beat the tar out of you. When my dad was a young boy (understand he is in his late 60's now) he got into soooo much trouble. One day Ollie told him that she was going to whip his behind, but my dad in his rebellious youth told her she had to catch him first...heh.
Ollie got up out of her chair and told him to start running. My dad ran out of the house and ran as far to the well untill he slipped and fell on his front side. Before he could get up however, Ollie stamped her foot on his back and pulled the rope out from the well that was used to draw the bucket, wetted the end of it in water, and proceeded to whip my dad into submission.
As she got older however she wasn't able to catch the next generation of Grimes on foot. She could get my sisters through guilt trips but Randy, just like my dad, ran.
One thing Randy was particularly fond of was climbing up the mamossa tree in her yard when he was in trouble. She would tell him to get down, but he refused. Grandmother Ollies's solution? She grabbed the BB gun and shot poor randy out of that tree, and then proceeded to whip his butt.
She wasn't all nails and leather boots though. She would help you with absolutly everything. She taught my dad to drive for instance, even though it had been a really really long time since the last time she actualy drove. When dad was in the car with her he asked her why she didn't drive any more. She told him that was because she ran her last car into a well, and it took (I forgot how many) mules to pull it out.
My sister Missy apparantly had a good relationship with Ollie. She never ran when she needed a buttwhippin and respected her. One day Ollie was spitting tobacco into a spitoon on her porch, i believe, and missed the bucket. Missy pointed out that she missed the bucket but Ollie would reply, "Thats Ok, God will wash it off with the rain."
That one incedent brings to my mind the time Missy told me about when she decided to experiment with cigerretes. She was in a straw hat and somebodies flipflops, according to her, and although I forget where she was hiding, Ollie caught her in the act. Of all humiliating things Ollie got herself a camera and took a picture of missy inhaling the cig and then whipped her hindparts raw. I myself havn't seen the picture, though admittadly I would very much like to.
Now, for anyone who thinks Ollie was just a mean mean old woman, I would have to agree, but she was a mean mean old woman who loved her grandchildren.
During the winter time Ollie would come over from her house and light the chimney fire early in the morning, and then leave. This perplexed my siblings and when Missy asked her mother (I have a different mother from my other siblings) why Ollie would light a fire when she didn't stay, her mother would tell her it was because Ollie did it so that her and her brother and sister wouldn't be running around on a cold floor in the morning.
When I heard about that, it touched my heart. I dont' know wether Ollie was ever a christian or not, but that is the sorta thing I know that we as christians should do for everybody we can, especialy for the ones we love. If Ollie wasn't a christian and did that, what excuse is there for me, being a christian if I don't do sorta things such as that for the peopel I love?
Althogh Ollie had a lot of unfavorable character flaws, she did have some good aspects about her that I wish to emulate.
Well that about all I can say about Ollie. I figure that the story above would be something ya'll could chew on for a while.
As my kin put it, Great Grandmother Ollie was not a woman that was to be trifled with. If she had to she would beat the tar out of you. When my dad was a young boy (understand he is in his late 60's now) he got into soooo much trouble. One day Ollie told him that she was going to whip his behind, but my dad in his rebellious youth told her she had to catch him first...heh.
Ollie got up out of her chair and told him to start running. My dad ran out of the house and ran as far to the well untill he slipped and fell on his front side. Before he could get up however, Ollie stamped her foot on his back and pulled the rope out from the well that was used to draw the bucket, wetted the end of it in water, and proceeded to whip my dad into submission.
As she got older however she wasn't able to catch the next generation of Grimes on foot. She could get my sisters through guilt trips but Randy, just like my dad, ran.
One thing Randy was particularly fond of was climbing up the mamossa tree in her yard when he was in trouble. She would tell him to get down, but he refused. Grandmother Ollies's solution? She grabbed the BB gun and shot poor randy out of that tree, and then proceeded to whip his butt.
She wasn't all nails and leather boots though. She would help you with absolutly everything. She taught my dad to drive for instance, even though it had been a really really long time since the last time she actualy drove. When dad was in the car with her he asked her why she didn't drive any more. She told him that was because she ran her last car into a well, and it took (I forgot how many) mules to pull it out.
My sister Missy apparantly had a good relationship with Ollie. She never ran when she needed a buttwhippin and respected her. One day Ollie was spitting tobacco into a spitoon on her porch, i believe, and missed the bucket. Missy pointed out that she missed the bucket but Ollie would reply, "Thats Ok, God will wash it off with the rain."
That one incedent brings to my mind the time Missy told me about when she decided to experiment with cigerretes. She was in a straw hat and somebodies flipflops, according to her, and although I forget where she was hiding, Ollie caught her in the act. Of all humiliating things Ollie got herself a camera and took a picture of missy inhaling the cig and then whipped her hindparts raw. I myself havn't seen the picture, though admittadly I would very much like to.
Now, for anyone who thinks Ollie was just a mean mean old woman, I would have to agree, but she was a mean mean old woman who loved her grandchildren.
During the winter time Ollie would come over from her house and light the chimney fire early in the morning, and then leave. This perplexed my siblings and when Missy asked her mother (I have a different mother from my other siblings) why Ollie would light a fire when she didn't stay, her mother would tell her it was because Ollie did it so that her and her brother and sister wouldn't be running around on a cold floor in the morning.
When I heard about that, it touched my heart. I dont' know wether Ollie was ever a christian or not, but that is the sorta thing I know that we as christians should do for everybody we can, especialy for the ones we love. If Ollie wasn't a christian and did that, what excuse is there for me, being a christian if I don't do sorta things such as that for the peopel I love?
Althogh Ollie had a lot of unfavorable character flaws, she did have some good aspects about her that I wish to emulate.
Well that about all I can say about Ollie. I figure that the story above would be something ya'll could chew on for a while.
