Yesterday I did a post on my Gram. It brought back tons of memories and reminded me of the lost little girl I was when I went to live with her. To say she was just my Grandmother is such an understatement. At that point in my life she was my savior. As time went by she became my mom and my dad, my spiritual adviser, my counselor and my friend all rolled into one.
My Gram was a pioneer among women before it was fashionable. Let's just say she was a little bit Notorious. Okay, back in the day she was more than a little bit.
She grew up in the back hills of West Virginia. She graduated from high school at the age of sixteen. After, she went to work at a local grocery store in order to help with the large family she was from. As the oldest of seven hard work was not new to her but she did have dreams.
At nineteen when she left home for Baltimore she was considered an old maid. She was not married and had no desire to be. Later she would say it was because she hadn't met the right man yet, but I think her desire to see the world was her focus for so long that anything else would have just gotten in the way.
She was one of the original Rosie Riveters for WWII. She moved to Baltimore to work in the war plants. It was her get of jail free card and she never looked back.
When my Gram finally did settle down she was in her late twenties. *Gasp* and she didn't have her first child until almost thirty. She had to take two years off of work while she had her children but then she went right back to building a career that spanned the next thirty five years, until her retirement.
As I contemplated on what this posting should be about it dawned on me that I come from some pretty hardy stock and I have a heritage to be proud of. And sometimes a little notoriety can be a good thing. I just wish I had thought of that when I got caught sneaking out to go to a party at the age of sixteen after she had expressly forbidden me to go. I think that argument would have worked.
Okay, maybe not, but she would have gotten a kick out of it after. Probably.
Tell me about the most notorious character in your family? Crazy Aunt, Creepy Uncle. Don't hold back.