tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33573372024-03-19T10:50:26.246-05:00Grandma's StoriesStories and sayings that were told by my Grandma, Lela C Dixon-CarverMagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-47044934413995567682011-04-14T08:28:00.001-05:002019-07-26T12:42:01.693-05:00Was Grandma a Prairie Girl?
I was reading a book called The Prairie Girl's Guide to Life, and it has little phrases in it with the definition, and example of how it was used. Any way, one of the phrases it featured was "all to pieces", as in I love you all to pieces. Meaning with every thing, completely, etc. I didn't even realize till reading that little sidebar that the phrase was even a regional or dated sayingMagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-26496018191358666512010-06-30T12:55:00.000-05:002019-07-26T12:37:21.125-05:00
Grandma used sweet petnames for all the children she loved, her favorite to use was Honey Bunny Bee Bo. I always had visions of cute little pink and white bunnies when she would use this petname. Often she would use the name while, giving you what she called "love pats". Patting you on what ever limb was most accessible at the time, rather firmly but never too hard.
Some of her Great MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-40065622323282711392010-06-29T14:27:00.002-05:002011-09-08T13:18:48.770-05:00This morning the song, Hey Good Looking by Hank William's came on. It sparked my memories, of Grandma Lela saying that was a song Grandpa Ralph, her husband, would often sing to her. He was very musically inclined. He played the fiddle and many other instruments, often all night long at barn dances. However, grandma Lela's favorite instrument was the harp. She loved to listen to the harp.
Our MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-64595911232370320412006-09-09T12:54:00.000-05:002019-07-26T12:55:15.122-05:00Baby Lela
Grandma Lela has had two grandchildren named after her first name Lela, and 3 named after her middle name Christina.
I have a older cousin, by my mom's oldest sister Ila Jean, she named her first born after grandma's middle name Christina. Then my mother gave me my middle name Christina, after grandma's middle name, and then my cousin Michael, my mom's next oldest sister Geraldine's son, MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750224392002-03-19T08:34:00.000-06:002002-07-18T08:17:24.000-05:00When grandma was a very young woman she had Rocky Mountain Spotted Tick fever.
The doctors thought she was going to die. She said at the hospital, every morning when the nurses would come back, they would say they didn't think she was going to make it through the night and how happy they were to see her again.
The fever caused her to go a little crazy. She went running through the hospital MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750206212002-03-18T14:18:00.000-06:002002-03-18T14:18:20.620-06:00I haven't told a saying of grandma's in a while so today's entry will be a saying.
When ever any one was having a hard or difficult time she would always tell them, Prayer works when nothing else can.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750186832002-03-17T17:01:00.000-06:002002-03-17T17:01:30.603-06:00Grandma told me when she was younger before grandpa died, when she couldn't stay she would go in the bathroom and cross stitch and embroider, and crochet.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750167952002-03-16T13:40:00.000-06:002002-03-16T13:40:10.576-06:00Great Grandpa also had a horse named Ned. When it was raining hard and the creek the children had to cross to come home from school was flooded. Great grandpa would tell Ned to go get the kids. He would take my grandmother and her siblings across the creek, and all the other school children.
The other school children how ever wanted the horse to give them a ride home. My grandma said she would MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750147942002-03-15T13:41:00.000-06:002002-03-15T13:43:26.000-06:00Grandmother's father was known for how well he trained his animals.
He even had a dog, who he could tell what cow out of all the cattle to bring him back. And the Dog would go and get that specific cow and bring it to him!MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750124922002-03-14T11:15:00.000-06:002002-03-14T11:17:09.000-06:00While living in Arkansas, my grandparents didn't have electricity or refrigeration. So they would use a spring that was down a ways from their home to keep things cold in.
When I was little, I used to go that spring. I loved that spring. It had watercress growing wild there. I would love to be able to pick wild watercress for a tea party! :)MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750098572002-03-13T09:39:00.000-06:002002-03-13T09:39:40.346-06:00While grandpa was alive grandma had many jobs. Grandpa allowed her to use her money any way she wanted. So she invested in houses. She bought 9 houses and several pieces of property all on her own.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750060372002-03-11T15:29:00.000-06:002002-03-11T15:29:54.113-06:00Grandma always signed and cashed my grandfathers checks from work. One day grandpa decided he would beat her to it. And went to cash his own check. The bank didn't believe it was his signature because, they were used to cashing checks that grandma had signed his name on! lolMagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750039782002-03-10T15:14:00.000-06:002002-03-10T15:14:53.190-06:00Lately my entries have been on food. Well guess what? Another entry on the subject of food.
Grandma would also always say she hated chili. Apparently grandpa liked some kind of chili made from a brick. She said it smelled awful. I don't know if she ever really tried it though. But, she just couldn't stand the thought of chili.
How ever my mom and I love to make homemade chili. So when ever sheMagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-750028032002-03-09T18:26:00.000-06:002002-03-09T18:26:41.763-06:00Another funny thing about bread that happened once. And this is doubly funny, cause she always said she was not a bread eater, and would proclaim that she could NOT stand garlic.
Well, mom made garlic cheese bread to go with dinner one night. My step brother who is a big boy and could really eat in high school loved the bread as well. We were eating dinner and there was only one piece of the MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-105024002002-03-07T15:06:00.000-06:002002-03-07T15:06:44.196-06:00Grandma never cared for any other kind of bread except for corn bread.
When ever you would ask her if she would like some bread. She would always respond, "No, thank you kindly, I'm not a bread eater."MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-104703172002-03-06T19:22:00.000-06:002002-03-06T19:23:14.000-06:00When Grandma grew up, they ate corn bread and milk every night for dinner. It was always one of her favorite treats even as she grew older.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-104311602002-03-05T20:01:00.000-06:002002-03-05T20:01:41.033-06:00Todays story will relate to yesterdays story.
Grandma and grandpa lived in a tepee when they first married. My grandfather rolled logs down the Buffalo river for a living. Saving for logs. Once he had enough logs saved. He built them a log cabin and they lived in a log cabin. Their two oldest daughters however were born in the teepee with a dirt floor.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-103941832002-03-04T22:28:00.000-06:002002-03-04T22:28:32.480-06:00When grandma and grandpa was first married. They lived on the Buffalo river in a teepee.
Grandpa fished every day and they ate fish every day. Even for breakfast. Grandpa never fished with a pole though he noodled. He would find holes in the river, where big fish would stay and get big and fat. He would feel around for fish. When he would find one, he would rub their heads and do a kind of MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-103484392002-03-03T20:22:00.000-06:002002-03-03T20:22:23.103-06:00Today's entry will be another saying.
When ever some one would offer grandma food after she was full. She would always say "Thank you kindly, but I'm as full as a tick."
It would always gross me out when I was younger, thinking of a tick full of blood. Today I catch myself almost saying, I'm as full as a tick, though.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-103181262002-03-02T21:23:00.000-06:002002-03-02T21:24:33.000-06:00Today will be another saying. Just because it is very sound counsol.
Never judge another till you have walked a mile in their mocassins.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-102647722002-03-01T09:10:00.000-06:002002-03-01T09:10:45.206-06:00Today's entry is a saying Grandma would say often:
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-102222772002-02-28T07:08:00.000-06:002002-02-28T07:08:53.980-06:00I got busy and missed yesterday. So today I will make it up with another story!
As I said in her introdction, grandma picked cotton for a penny day. But, her father would also give them more money for the pounds of cotton they had picked. She would always pick her cotton clean, with out leaving the cotton hauls and dirt ect in or on the cotton. So her father would always give her more money MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-101527302002-02-26T13:27:00.000-06:002002-02-26T13:32:09.000-06:00Another story today:
When my grandmother and her middle sister were in school. Every one thought my grandmother was very pretty and she would always be voted the prettiest girl in school. And her middle sister was always voted the ugliest.
Every year they had a school picnic, where they would get dressed up. The girls would bake pies, and they would be auctioned at the picnic. The boy who MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357337.post-101123202002-02-25T14:03:00.000-06:002002-02-25T20:13:26.000-06:00My grandmother had many stories and sayings. I will endeavor in the name of prosperity to relay at least one a day as much as I possibly can.
I will start out with a little background on my grandmother.
She was born in April 1920, in Harrison Arkansas on Dixon Hill right across from Carver Hill. Childhood was not easy for her as it was during the great depression. But, she loved her mommy and MagnoliaWhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008827521669772420noreply@blogger.com0