Welcome to Bevier, MO...Population, about 1000. I'm staying with my grandparents, until things get figured out and I'm visiting my dad on the weekends, which means...I'll get to update once a week! Grandma and Grandpa do not have internet. Joy of joys! But, its actually not that bad. I'm happy to be able to be here to help them out while my Grandma finishes her radiation, and my Grandpa is pretty funny/ornery. I'm going to meet my dad's youngest brother, my Uncle Paul and his wife Carolyn and maybe their kids, Jena and Jake. Then on Saturday, my poppa and I are going to Marcilene, which is Walt Disney's birthplace. On Sunday, I may see my Uncle Tony and his wife Karen, but that's not set in stone.
The biggest aspect that I find myself struggling to adapt to, isn't what you'd think. Its not the lack of internet, or cell service (which I promise as soon as I get my new number, you'll all get it!), or even the wide, and I do mean WIDE open spaces.
Its all the tidbits of wisdom I get from my Grandmother on a hourly basis. You may think that I'm exaggerating, but I'm really not. Grandma was born and raised in Iowa (pronounced I-way), back in the 30's and 40's. I don't want to offend anyone, so please understand I'm saying this as example: She still says 'Colored' and the N word. I cringe everytime I hear it. My Grandmother is not stupid by any means, she just grew up and lived in a different time than I did and do.
These are some of the things that I have learned from my Grandmother:
You should never eat anyone's food-they might have sprinkled drugs on it and you can get hooked that way.
People should marry their 'own' kind. You can guess what that means! She said its because if they didn't their children would be hated, and God doesn't want their children to be hated.
Oh, and on top of so many others this maight be my favorite right now:
You shouldn't drink because when you drink you are inviting demons to enter your body and take you over.
I'm shaking my head in amusement right now, and I'm sure some of you are just shocked. I hear this at least 40 times a day. There are so many more to tell you, but I'll leave it at that.
As for me, I'm headed out with my daddy to my uncles house for pulled pork sandwiches and beer. And yes, I'll be sure to raise one up to toast my Grandma. Bless her heart.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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