While digging up the picture of me and R Man from Mardi Gras gone by, I also ran across this photo of my paternal great-grandparents, Maggie and Philip Whitnebert. Maggie obviously lives up to my family's legends of her: mean and crazy as a shit house rat. She is also, I now realize, the one member of my family that I most closely resemble as I dwindle into curmudgeonly old age.
Oh dear.
It’s heartening to know at least one other person who is beginning to resemble their meanest grandmother. I occasionally see her in the mirror staring back at me with her cruel beady eyes.
ReplyDeleteWell, that explains everything! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, you do not. Don't be ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteMIss J recommends an occasional smile. There's shit house rat crazy, And then there's LOOKING shit house rat crazy... OK to BE crazy- just don't look it, darling.
ReplyDeleteMy great grandmother Katherine used to shoot those shit-house rats with her shotgun. Also the basement rats. Happily, though I do sometimes feel like shooting people of the rattish persuasion, I don't own a shotgun. So I can't be a thing like her, right?
ReplyDelete"shit house rat crazy" has been added to my lexicon.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gem!
Boy, thank whom or whatever you believe in the improvements in mental health medication. Yikes! She kind of resembles my own East Texas Line.
ReplyDeleteI'm equally fascinated by her jewelry. Is she wearing a watch around her neck? I bet she timed people - and they were always late ...
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