History
This is a picture of my Great-Grand father and 3 of his 4 children. My grandfather is on the top left. Yeah, the short one. I'm sad to say that I never met any of the men in this picture and that honestly makes me sad. My great-grandfather was a hemp farmer and apparently made very good money at it until, in 1937, the US government out lawed the cultivation of hemp in favor of the big petroleum newest money maker...nylon. My grandfather, from what I understand, was pretty strict and unfailing. He was 20 years older than my grandmother.This is a picture of my grandmother, who from what I understand (I never met her either) was
a scrappy little thing. My dad said that back in the early 70s when she was in her late 40s she beat the crap out of my uncles wife (never got to meet my uncle either) for calling her a bitch. My uncles wife was about 25 years younger than my grandmother. Maybe thats where I get my kick ass and take names attitude. Her parents (nope, didn't meet them either) are in the front and she's in the back row, right. She's pretty, don't you think?Anyway, I thought these photos were pretty cool. I like to share pictures of them and hear stories since I missed out on having grandparents for the most part. My mom's father was alive until I was 22, but he wasn't a good influence. For example, when my daughter was born his first question was "is it black?" I was so angry that he never saw her. Regardless if she was or not, it wasn't the health of the baby or my health that he was concerned with, it was what he thought people would think of him if he had a black child in the family. My daughter is not bi-racial, but I couldn't allow that sort of racist thinking in my daughters life, so I cut my ties with him. He died awhile later. His parents were alive when I was younger, but my great-grandmother on that side was the type of person that would look you up and down, loudly proclaim how fat you were getting and ask you in the nicest, most serious voice if you wanted another piece of pie. She thought she was higher on the social ladder than she really was because she did the hair of the socialites in the Quad Cities ( yes apparently back then, there were socialites in the Quad Cities). Her husband was very quiet. Convinced me that the reason he wore and eye-patch was because a bird came down and plucked out his eyeball. Weird. They slept in separate bedrooms for the whole time I knew them. That's weird too.




Which, quite frankly we would have found far more amusing. "So we were driving along and this coyote jumps out of the median, ends up flat as a pancake against the side of the car, and gets up and waddles away...freakin hilarious! Ha ha ha meep! meep!!! Haha haha haha" 



