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Updated: June 9, 2025
Whenever I failed to obey Granma, that was his opportunity. And he would leave me to crawl off, sobbing dry sobs, incapable of more tears.
To my great-grandmother's funeral came many distant relatives I had never rested eye on before ... especially there came my Great-aunt Rachel, Granma Gregory's sister, a woman just as sweet-natured as she, and almost her twin even to the blue rupture of a vein in the middle of the lower lip.
And he gave me a severe and admonishing look before going off on another and more urgent call that waited him. "And how's Granma been getting on?"
She had broken away despite the solicitude of all her children who all loved her and wanted her to stay with them. At last she had answered an advertisement for a housekeeper ... that appeared in a farm journal ... and so she had met her old cork-legged veteran, whom she now had her mind set on marrying. "But Granma, to get married at your age?"
"My Gawd, Ma, can't you see it's been dead a week?" "You're a liar, it ain't!" I cried. And I began to sob because Aunt Millie was trying to push me back into ignominy as I stood at the very threshold of glory. "Honest-to-God, it's fresh Granma!" I gulped, "didn't I just kill it with the pitchfork?"
Can you say the fifth commandment, chile?" Vilet repeated it promptly. "Dat's right. Now your fader an' moder are honahing dar moder, an' you are goin' to hab a chance ter honah dem an' your granma, too. You will hab temptations in de streets ter be pert an' idle, ter stop an' talk to dis one and ter answer back to dat one in a way you shouldn't.
As I drew my chair up to the table and a smoking portion was heaped on my plate, Aunt Millie watched me with bright, malicious eyes. "Granma, I want another cup o' coffee," I delayed. But the big, fine, grey-haired mill boss, our star boarder, who liked me because I always listened to his stories he sailed into his helping nose-first. That gave me courage and I ate, too ... and we all ate.
"I'm afraid your cousin Phoebe will come to no good end some day, if she don't watch out," said my grandmother to me, "and I don't like you to play with her much.... I'm going to have Aunt Rachel take her home soon" ... after a pause, "as sure as I have ten fingers she'll grow up to be a bad woman." "Granma, what is a bad woman?" Aunt Rachel and Cousin Phoebe returned home.
When Granma put me to bed she saw how bruised and wealed I was all over ... for the first time she went after Uncle Lan turned into a furious thing. Shortly after, I was taken sick with typhoid fever. They used the starvation cure for it, in those days.
Granma let me, after I had pleaded for a long while, but it was with great reluctance, warning me of Phoebe. Aunt Rachel, Uncle Joshua, Cousin Phoebe and cousin Paul lived in a big, square barn-like structure.
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