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I come from a long line of stubborn bitches (& animal rescuers too I guess)*LOL*!!!
- Jun 8, 2009 at 11:06 AM
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Well I think it's a good thing honestly, don't you? So here's our family back history over 100 years. My great grandmother, who lived until I was about 15 (she lived to be 100) came from the Canadian island of Newfoundland. She came when she was young to America to help care for her aunt, who was dieing of cancer and her children. After she died she raised her children until they were grown, then her and her uncle (not by blood) fell in love and got married and had my grandmother. Now since I was lucky enough to have gotten to know my great grandmother a.k.a. Nana, and she only lived across the street from me I grew up hearing all her stories. Her father was a lobster boat maker and she use to help him build the boats, which in the 1800's was unheard of a woman let alone a girl doing. She taught be how to get the wood soft so you could bend it without breaking it and all the other little tricks. She still had her hymn book from her school and a book about Newfoundland that had a photo of her father and one of his boats in it. She taught me how to sew and cook...and how to kick ass!!! Her maiden name was Facey and she'd tell me how all the facey women on the island had a well known reputation for being stubborn and not listening (ect.). I think that's a pretty good thing to have tagged to you when that label is being given by men in the 1800's personally ;-) !!! I could write for hours about her stories but I won't for now. Then she had my grandmother (nanajean) here in America. My grandmother at only a few weeks old got extremely sick. She couldn't eat and was so full of mucus, ect. the Dr.'s said to take her home and let her die there, they could do nothing. My great grandmother force fed her and gave her charcoal every so many hours to make her puke up her mucus and stuff. She kept her by the furnace to stay warm. Even her mother (my great great grandmother) Told her, leave your daughter alone and quite giving her that stuff and let her die in peace, she wouldn't give up though. Today my grandmother is 88 years old and except for some back and knee trouble is fine! I also here stories from my grandmother about how her father was a harsh man and didn't like animals. So when he'd leave for work her and my great grandmother would let the neighborhood strays in the house and feed them and give them water until his work was done and he was about to come home, I don't think he ever did find out *LOL*! When my grandmother was grown she got a job at the bank and was "allowed" to advance in her career higher then any other woman ever had (I'm glad I'm not in those days). In school she played basketball and the hockey team wanted her too but she declined. She wanted to be a race car driver but the times wouldn't allow for it unfortunately. She still mentions sometimes how she would've still loved to have done that. She also took in strays and injured animals, even baby birds and fed hem worms until they were grown. She was very women's lib. and I remember once looking through some of my mothers old sheet music from when she was learning to play the clarinet as a little girl and seeing songs/notes my grandmother wrote down for her to practice. One of them was "I am woman here me roar". My grandmother has also always been stubborn and ahead of her years as well. Then there's my mother. My father turned out to be a beer guzzling, addicted to gambling, doesn't want any help loser. She left him so we could be happy and got a job and home schooled us at the same time. She raised us to be free thinking, strong, independent women as did my grandmother & great grandmother who lived together across the street from us. Mom also tought us how to fish, the right way to pin down a snake and pick it up and how to bottle feed baby squirrels who feel out of trees during hurricanes. We even pulled over at the side of a road once and I, in my church dress, picked up a dead possums and put it in the car and brought it home. Why? because she had little babies inside her that were still alive, we took them out and bottle fed them. My mom actually jokes sometimes now and says she thinks she did to good of a job to raise us to be independent because we don't want to let our husbands do anything for us (my sister & I) , we want to do it by ourselves every time. My husband says I;m the most stubborn, independent, speak my mind woman he ever met. Though he does admit that's one of the things that attracted him to me...even if it does drive him crazy sometimes ;-) .
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Sounds like you and your family have a lot to be proud of. Aren't Grandmother's great! My grandmother raised me from age 3 through age 16 and she is such an amazing woman too. I love hearing stories of all the things she went through and persevered in during her life. Makes our "bad days" today look trivial!
This was great to read! Thanks for sharing your story!
Wow...Girl that was some fun story to read...Thanks for sharing it with us....
Hummmm so now we ALL know where you get your stubbornness ( which I think ROCKS...!!!! )
Thanks to your great granny , granny , and Mom your one hell of a GREAT person...!!!
Love that you brought home the dead animal to deliver its babies and bottle feed them ;-)......I knew I loved you for more then just one reason ( being cool )!!!
And you know I just love your two boys!!!!
I am sorry but this cracks me up!!! Your title ;-) Much Love And Hugs My Friend!!!
I come from a long line of stubborn bitches (& animal rescuers too I guess)*LOL*!!! 
Very cool! Thanks for sharing this with us!
That's really sweet.
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