Dirty, Dirty Girl

I played in the dirt today and it felt really good!  I found a site on Pinterest that says you can start seeds outside in January crazy, right?113 049113 050

We have stinky well water full of sulfur so I always have water jugs now they have a new purpose. A garden for the house.com is where I found the info. Today I had dirt under my nails 🙂 I don’t know why that makes me so happy but it does!

My Mom grew up on a farm and she spent her life running from it.  I can’t remember her planting anything, ever. I remember her watering hanging baskets of flowers but that is it. She was trying to get away from it and I am trying to get back.

My Mom was the only one of her brothers and sisters to move away and have kids, thank goodness my uncle couldn’t trust his wife. He was in the army and took my Mom to keep his wife company, yeah right. That was when my Dad met my Mom etc. etc.

My Dad’s family not so happy about the union, they were young…my mom had me when she was 20 so she was 18 or 19 when the were married. I still have the letter my aunt sent my Dad before they were married. She was 15 maybe? I don’t know but she did not want them to marry and I have the proof.  I don’t have to wonder why my Mom saved that letter,  I would have saved it too.

My Mom missed my Grandma almost painfully, she sacrificed a lot for us, and we never even knew it.  I think part of her was embarrassed by certain things.  I remember telling my childhood bff about the huge spider that lived in the outhouse. I didn’t know we weren’t supposed to talk about the outhouse?

Here is an example of how I was always gullible. My Grandma had a goiter it was like a huge donut around her neck. She told me one night she was sleeping and she woke up and this mop was dancing at the foot of her bed. It was dancing and dancing and then boom it was stuck in her throat. I would prefer to not reveal the amount of years that I believed that story as truth.

We have established that there was an outhouse, if you had to go in the middle of the night you used the pee bucket.  My Grandpa pulled a gun on me in the middle of the night more times than I could count. ( So far so good, no apparitions have knocked me off my chair.) That was something else we weren’t supposed to talk about.

I love my Grandma she is one of my favorite people, it is sad to know that I will never see her again.  It’s crazy down there, with cousins on drugs, stealing and od’ing. I have a 2nd cousin two weeks older than my 15yr old daughter and she had a baby on purpose. My brother was down there last summer and he said absolutely never again. When my Grandmother passes they can kill each other and we will be safely states away.

My son was a baby when my maternal Grandfather died so I wasn’t there for the fighting and deceit. They didn’t kill each other that time, although later I had a cousin shoot his father my uncle in cold blood.  Yes it’s a different way of life, I never thought I would say ” I am so happy I live in Ohio!”

As I read this over I have to say, I can see why my Mom didn’t want us to talk about it. When I was a kid I didn’t know or judge, it just was. I have to say my Ohio side of the family never produced aunts in a fist fight in the mud and rain…..

I think there may have been a point in there somewhere? Playing in the dirt is in my genes? Both sides of my family like to play in the dirt, the distant side actually did it for a living? I’m not really sure about my point, I’m still stuffy and now tired, and I’m sure my blood is mostly vitamin c……….

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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