When Granny was a girl getting wood was a never ending chore. Her brothers had an old wheelbarrow they’d fill with wood. To make it easier to carry into the house they’d rigged up a ramp out of old planks so that if they got a good run and go, along with a little help, they could push the wood all the way to the door of the house.
One day the younger kids were running around playing in the yard when Granny’s brother, George, was bringing in wood. As he started towards the handmade ramp he yelled for someone to help push. Granny was the littlest, but she came running to help. Just as she grabbed a hold of the side of the wheelbarrow George said he didn’t need her to help. Somehow in the process Granny fell and busted her head open.
Granny said she remembered the pain of the cut and the blood, but mostly she remembered her mother Gazzie going to the creek for yellow root.
Gazzie soaked a piece of cloth in water steeped with yellow root.
Granny said “Mother made the prettiest yellow scarf to tie up my head. That’s what I remember most.”