Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Its not a picture of pilgrims but close! This is a picture of a wagon train that goes thru Franklin, NC every year. The boy standing next to the wagon wheel with the hat on is the girls dad (my first husband). The wagon train always stopped and camped overnight at the farm and they let the neighborhood kids ride in the wagons before they settled down for the night. I have a picture somewhere on my girls at the wagon train when they were small... Have to dig it out. Our ancestors had to travel in wagons to get to their homes or go to town. My dads parents came across a mountain with one wagon that was loaded with everything they had so the kids and grandma had to walk every step. My grandpa who was German married grandma who was Cherokee and if that wasn't bad enough she was divorced when that was considered a terrible sin! They left the small town that had been their home and their families so they could start their life together. It was hard on them because their families wouldn't have anything to do with them after they married. They lived 15 miles out of town and back then that was a long way by horse. Grandma become the community nurse and midwife. She used lots of herbs for the sick and injured. When my dad was born premature he only weighed 2 pounds and wasn't expected to live. Grandma made a bed for him in a shoebox, put the shoebox in the warming oven of the wood cookstove and made her own incubator. Grandma used a lot of the Indian ways to treat people and she also tried to pass them on to her grandchildren. Grandma died 2 days before her 103rd birthday. So this Thanksgiving I will be thankful for my pilgrim ancestors that came to this land but I also will be thankful for my Indian ancestors for being here to greet and help the pilgrims thru the first winter.


Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...

It is a wonderful story about your father's survival. The use of the woodstove was the same thing the country Dr. Defoe did to save the Dionne quintuplets in Callander. near here. They were miracle babies too. Another reason to love a wood cook stove.

Maggie Ann said...

I really enjoyed reading this post. I'm glad you shared it. Your family roots are special...and especially in that you know the details. Your Grandma sounds like a well-loved woman in the community and to live to be!

Grace said...

Very interesting and entertaining. True stories are always the best. You should write a book and make sure your story is saved for generations to come!

novaks8 said...

Hey Peggy....that site that katiefleck was talking about, was that chick stealing posts verbatim like she copied and pasted them?

That is weird.

I always worry that someone may think I am stealing their basic themes because some stories with kids are really similar.
But I would never ever steal posts and try to pass them off as my own!

I posted a comment and asked Katie but she doesnt always comment back.

busy lady

halloweenlover said...

I love this post! What fantastic memories. And what a fabulous Grandma!