Grandma’s Hills In Her Youth – Part 2

6 Sep

Ozark MountainsHere is part 2 of my great-grandma’s memory of life in her hills while she was a young girl. She writes a lot about her youth, but this particular piece focuses on her parents and of course the sights and sounds of the nature that surrounded her.

My mother liked things she could touch with her hands, plant, tend and make them grow (she could have been an artist and paint the trees in their spring glory or the autumn hues of yellow red and gold).  My dad believed in the sings, (of made belief he did).  I can still see him hat in hand looking up at the sky saying, see them clouds banking up be snow before morning, or did you hear that owl this afternoon going to be a change in the weather, sure enough when we looked out our bedroom window the next morning all was white and clean or perhaps before bedtime the soft feathery snow owl begin to fill the air, or the bats would come out early about twilight and the whipper will would fly early and low that was a sign of rain.  Plant in the light of the moon, if you wanted to grow potatoes.  Yes, that was our life among the hills, we worked, we played were happy with our own signs and our way of life.  There were hard lean years but always enough, we had our quarrels and sometimes a good clean fight but always a close family, I think everyone of us if we could would turn back the pages of time and live it all over again in our peaceful calm and silent hills.

Helen – 1973

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2 Responses to “Grandma’s Hills In Her Youth – Part 2”

  1. Marsha Russell September 7, 2012 at 5:47 PM #

    What a marvelous llife. Far too many people today don’t get it, that all we need is out there if we just look. Mama had a saying – “It’s not the high cost of need, it’s the high cost of want”. Such a beautiful life your grandmother had.

  2. My Life in 'The Hills' September 7, 2012 at 7:07 PM #

    Beautifully put! I would do anything to go back in time and live a day in her shoes!

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