And then, the Other Side

No, not them, but you get the idea.

My grandparents on my mother’s father’s side were a bit different than the other set, though they both lived in Kentucky and were not very far apart. Part of them was associated with Ravenna, Kentucky, which I was told, was in the opening scenes of “The Flim-Flam Man” movie. I never really watched it, but did see the opening scenes once just so I could say I did. I thought it was Ravina until today when I looked it up on Google. I guess my memories just weren’t that accurate.

That side of the family was a bit rougher, believe it or not. My grandfather’s father was kind of mean and I never really cared for him much.  I was told that, when he was little, he stole money from his mother’s dresser.  The servant saw him and told her.  He got in trouble and finished that off by shooting the servant in the head.  I don’t know if he killed her, but he was sent away to live with another relative for quite awhile.  The servant was African American.  It pains me to know they were treated like that back then and it was tolerated by so many.

Okay the pieces of slate rock were much smaller and jumbled together, but you get the idea!

My only memory of Pop is of him using his cane to trip me down the stairs when I was little. Their home was on top of a smaller mountain with a less steep grade going to it. The path was covered by slate rock, which I found fascinating to pick up and throw it with a spin, watching it break apart when it hit.

The only other solid memory I have is finding an old razor blade on the porch, picking it up, and seeing if it was sharp by running it lightly across my finger. It was and I cut myself fairly badly in the process. I don’t remember if I got a tetanus shot here, either, but I would’ve understood that one more than the cats from the last post.

Besides tripping down the steps, Pop (that’s what we called them, Pop and Mom), supposedly, met one of the members of Jesse James’ gang, James Younger. According to information on the gang from the following is known of James younger:

Younger, James Henry
Rode with Quantrill, and went to KY with him on his last raid.
He was surrendered there by Capt. Henry Porter to Capt. Young, US
Army, at Samuel’s Depot, Nelson County, KY, on 26 July 1865. Was
wounded on the Northfield, MN, robbery attempt,and captured. Sent
to prison in MN. Requested a parole 13 October 1902. It was
refused. He committted suicide at the Reardon Hotel in St. Paul,
MN, 19 October 1902. [SIC]

That entire reading on the gang members at that site is fairly fascinating. Any way, the story goes that James tossed a silver dollar in the air and shot it and my great-grandfather got to keep it (he was very young at the time). I never saw it and never heard any more about it, so that may or may not be true, but it’s a decent story.

Indian arrowheads

I remember their home being greener than Granny and Poppy’s home area, but that may have just been the way I saw things. Pop wasn’t a farmer; in fact, I would have to ask to find out what he did at all. I do know that when he passed on, Mom, his wife, moved into a trailer next door to some close relatives. I enjoyed visiting her because we could walk down an actual road or two and, sometimes, we would find arrowheads from the old Indian days. I liked Mom, she was a very nice, quiet person and she liked me. I remember when she got very sick at the end, we were in the bedroom of the relative’s house. Mom had been put to bed there and looked pretty miserable. She was not awake. Everyone was so sad and crying and they all left, and I found myself there alone. I do remember looking at Mom and feeling sorry for her. I said, “Mom, if you need to go, we understand and will all be okay.” She passed that day or the next. I don’t know if I helped her feel okay to leave, but I choose to think so.

After, she passed on; we didn’t go to that part of Kentucky much if at all. We did go to Levi Jackson State Park for vacations for years to come, but that, my friends, is another story.


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  • Jaklyn  On September 4, 2012 at 12:59 pm

    very sad story 😦 😦


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