Granny (on right) and her sister Geneaive
The other evening I stopped by Granny’s after work like I usually do. I’ve taken to carrying a notebook with me every time I visit so I can ask her to tell me a story and write it down. That evening I said “Tell me a Christmas story about when you were a little girl.” Granny said “Well you know the one about the year mother cut down the holly tree for a Christmas tree because I wrote about it in my poetry book.”
I told her I remembered that one, but always wondered if Granny Gazzie didn’t miss the tree being in the yard. Granny said “No it didn’t come out of the yard, it come from way up in the woods behind Shady Grove Church. I reckon mother knew it was there, it was a good size one, and went up there and cut it down herself and brought it home. Although my brother always tells me it was our older brother George who cut it down and brought it home. I still think it was mother.”
I said I bet it was pretty with red berries and Granny said “No it didn’t have no berries on it at all. We decorated it with what we had and it was a pretty sight. I’ll tell you a story I’ve never told another living soul in all these years. Mother always got each of us a bag of candy and since we didn’t get much candy we really looked forward to it. That year I went to bed with my shoes and clothes on so I could be the first one up to get the candy. See I wanted to steal some of the other’s candy and put it my bag so I’d have the most. It was way in the night and I got up and tiptoed into the room. No one heard me up and nobody got up to check on me either. I got one piece of candy out of a bag and realized it just wasn’t worth the feeling I had of guilt. Then I got scared. Thinking of all my family that I loved so much in the bed asleep while I was up trying to be a robber scared me bad. I went and got back in the bed and never did tell no one about what I had almost done. None of them knew that I had been up at all and the next morning we were all together and happy for Christmas.”
As Granny told me the story I smiled at the thought of a little girl thinking of herself as a robber. I asked Granny how old she was when it happened. Granny said she was in first grade so I’d guess the time period was close to the one when the photo at the top of this post was taken.