Usually kids would run to their grandma for safety when their mothers are about to dicipline them, well not me. If you think my momma was tough, try my grandmother.
Growing up in Port au Prince, you can get a whooping from your grandma no matter the age. You can be married with children and still be scared of those old G's that most of us couldn't even look straight into their eyes when speaking, because to them it was a sign of disrespect .
My late grandma that I will always love for making me a better man used to whoop me just because she felt like my mother did not do a good job punishing me, which is why today I can still say those butt whipping played a role in saving my life.
I could have been either under the dirt or in the penitentiary if it wasn't for those bible slaps and pinches inside the church, and the whipping when she found out all those times that I skipped school just so I could go play marbles for funds or mangoes with all the other bad kids
My Grandma loved all her grand babies no matter how bad we were. I could not tell then, not until I was grown, because I thought she hated me and my siblings after every butt whipping. That was just her way to tell and show us she cared and loved us.
Her cooking was top notch , that is why my mother has been a great chef. Grandma cookies tasted the best, I could never get enough. Especially the chocolate ones, those were yummy. Even when I was mad after a punishment from her, those cookies used to stop all the anger and sadness. Plus I could've not let her see me mean mugging , that would have translated to more butt whipping. lol
I never laughed much around her, but now thinking about her terrible sounds she made when she was the loudest one singing in church and not knowing the lyrics cracks me up. I still laugh at the fact that granny had a whole bank under her mattress.
Yes, a bank full of old and new money that I used to get some dollars from to go gamble, Iying to her saying it was for school activities. Granny would have f**ked me up If she found that out though , I'm so glad she never did.
I remember she would asked me to scratch her back or send me to those very far away stores like I did not just get a whiping. Well, what could I have done about it ? Nothing at all, she was a G.
When my prayers took sometimes to get a response, I would go to my Grand mother everytime, because for some reasons her prayers were the quickest ways to get an answer from God.
Grandma used to pray for all her babies and grand babies everyday and twice on sundays. We were all her babies no matter how old we were. That was my granny from my mother's side , I never knew my father's mother because she had passed when my dad was just a toddler.
After many long hours in sunday services and I could not wait to go home already, she used to talk to everyone and go hug ever single friend. I could do nothing but wait for her like I didn't know my ways home.
Granny was loved and well respected by so many , including my late grandfather, her husband who wouldn't dare to mess with the G.
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Hitting Golfballs with Baseball Bats
“Ting!” the sound of metal against whatever golf balls are made from (I looked it up the outer layer is called “surlyn.”). But that’s not important, what is important is that sound. That’s the sound I keep hearing in my head. Along with low chatter of male voices. Most often three and occasionally joined with other voices. I grew up in a valley, along with relatives living in nearby houses. My grandparents were beside of me and on their other side was my grandma’s aunt and her family. Then later on after a divorce my uncle moved in between those two. Family was close almost constantly. I had both parents. My grandparents next door were always there, and their middle son lived with them. Then as I said their youngest son moved back in with them and then beside of them when I was pretty young. My sister and I were quite literally raised by a village. There is a whole lot of family I could discuss and all are important and special in their own ways but I want to talk about those golf balls specifically. My dad at some point before I can remember started a game where he and his best friend, my oldest cousin on my mom’s side, along with any other person around who wanted to play, would hit golf balls with baseball bats. The valley we lived in was so large and at the back there is a huge field and then a large hill with forest on it. This whole property was owned by my grandparents. Do you know how far golfballs will travel when you hit them with a baseball bat? They go very far, very very far. At least when someone good at it hits them, mine never even made it as far as the creek.
By Raine fielder6 days ago in Families
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