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My Hillbilly Grandparents
Contributed by
Lilly-Quill
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Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 06:15:47 PM in AEST
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In the Arkansas hills of the small town of Rudy, my grandparents came to stay.
Plumer Lee Hunter became my grandparent from his son Alvin, by the way.
Grandma Bessie Mae Dickson lived just across the creek from grandpa Hunter.
At four, she clobbered Plumer leaving quite a lump; she was quite a punter.
Never heard of a more fiery grandma given, not a wrinkle one, from Heaven.
She looked like Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies but with more kids, than seven.
Bessie and Plummer were close neighbours from miles around, in Rudy’s town.
At 16, after a dance she arrived late; her dad got violent, as a war veteran renown.
Plummer’s folks took her in; from then on out, their love grew with fiery spouts.
My dad grew up in a lean’to with many siblings ‘brawling in the woods about.’
For my poor kin, grandpa hand-carried 50 lbs. of flour for miles to feed them.
Kids weren’t allowed much inside their dirt floor abode, their country gem.
Till Salvation Grandpa made his own moon-shine, though still against the law.
She was told if any came visiting, she was to destroy it with hammer and saw.
A salesman came and the still was ruined; Gramps, heart-sick, never to regain.
One of Gram’s kids shot her in the toe, calmly she retorted with little disdain.
Once Gram went looking for Gramps; in an old model-T with a negress he came.
The old classic never stop, Gran just ruminated before ever winning that game.
But after God came to the family, Granny couldn’t stop praising God enough.
Each day she’d climb her mountain to worship her Saviour, off the-cuff.
On the old camp meeting grounds, like the Gaithers the families would meet.
Dad ran off at 16 to roam with gamblers, til the Lord laid a vision at his feet.
Gran laid limp in the Saviour’s arms, as dad heard: you’ve broken her heart.
He jumped-up to run home so fast; on arriving God’s resurrection did impart.
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Re: My Hillbilly Grandparents
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by Michael_Bevins on
Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 07:09:40 PM AEST
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| Nice, it tells a story I like that. Good job! |
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Re: My Hillbilly Grandparents
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this is incredible, thanks for sharing,
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Re: My Hillbilly Grandparents
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I love how you told the story of your family here- serious but with a hint of humour.....well done...
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