Crazy In The Blood

30 thoughts on “Crazy In The Blood”

  1. I’m Irish/Indian so redheads were prevalent in my family as well as brunettes. My mom lived til 95, she also talked strange english. (like yall come back – They fit all the time – on directions “just up the road a bit (when it was ten miles haha)We had a lot of biscuits and gravy for breakfast – My Daddy hunted and fished and raised chickens too – I cried when he cut their heads off, but I was first to eat a chicken leg… Oh and “up air” used a lot instead of up there – so many I remember. My mom babysit and did washings for others for a little money, She also made some of our clothes. Lots of kids made fun of me but I’m still here in the same hollow I was born and raised in and most of them are gone..

  2. Anna, you bring out all the great stories, and memories I have heard all my life growing up in Western North Carolina..My father’s, Scott-Irish family, we was told came from over seas with a “pack on their back”, around the early 1800’s. It was said they worked from sun up to sun down and washed their dollars bills and would hang them on the clothes line to let them dry, with a shotgun on their lap…On my mothers side, her granny lived in the north Georgia Mountains. Granny was a mid-wife and lived to be 99 years of age. It was later written up in the towns local paper, when ask of her how many babies she had delivered ,she replied , that she ” had caught” over a thousand babies in her life time, the latest when she was eighty eight years young…I am so proud to be a descendant of these wonderful crazy people. You keep writing, you have a special gift! Love your stories!

  3. Loved this!
    Miranda, if you are still reading replies, we have a great connection – three grandfathers (several greats back) on my grandmother’s side were “over the mountain men” at Battle of King’s Mountain! So proud of that “crazy” heritage!!

  4. Anna Wess, I love this piece of writing because you’ve put into words what I know, but don’t ever say except when I’m talking to my own kin people – my family is, each and everyone of us, a half a bobble out of plumb. My kin has been here in these hollers and hills since the early 1700s and I’m awfully proud to have their blood running through my veins.
    Keep on writing, Anna.

  5. I love reading what you write. I live up a hollow in West Virginia and your stories bring back the memory of my grandma Herrald and how she spoke the old language like “yonder and the such”. Please keep writing.

  6. My Granny passed Mother’s Day, last Sunday. 95 years old. From Gaillia County Ohio. “Down in the hills” as we say now.
    Her kids: 77, 75, 73, 71, & 64. Born at home, all of ’em. Didn’t drive or have a paying job until she was 55, cause grandpa died. An amazing woman from crazy blood and gave me mine! Never prouder than when I read your words. Thanks for sharing with all of us. We feel it, as you do, flowing in our veins!

  7. Still crazy after all these years too! Both my Grannies made it well into their 90’s too. Thanks for sharing and keep the home fires burning, too much wisdom has already been lost!

  8. Your writtings are water to my soul! My Fathers family was from Council, Va. And I remember trips there as a child. They would sit and tell stories late into the night about hangings and haints and such! It always fascinated my. Somehow I feel your story is mine!

  9. Yep, I have the crazy blood. And I think I am the only one of my cousins that have realized it, embraced it. I just wish I.had found it earlier, as my health forbids me from doing things I want to do. But I’m still here. And happy as a loon.

  10. My Mamaw passed away recently (November) and when I read the words “Her blood flows through my veins already. Always has. Always will.” it made me so happy to be reminded of this, Thank You.

  11. Momma, my grandmother lived to the age of 99. Her mother, other momma who was blind, rocked in that chair on the porch, as did momma…
    How blessed I am to have crazy in my blood!

  12. I too am an old mtn. woman, trying to learn lost ways from the older of our community before it’s long gone. I hope I’m not too late and will carry on our heritage. We are a proud people because we’ve lived through hard times and learned what we needed to do, when we needed it. Thank you for your stories, takes me back, through trials and tears. Keep the blood line flowing. Your mtn. sister.

  13. Granny raised me..backwoods WVa..never read words that speak to me like this..never thought I would. I’m in the city now. Work as an herbalist ..trying to share the old they won’t be nice to see yr well worn path. Many thanks.

  14. You’re writing has touched my very soul. I have read three of your posts this morning and long to read more. Thank you for your sharing these words with us.

  15. This brings thoughts and memories of my Granny. She was not a mountain woman. She was born and raised in rural Alabama, but she was just as strong and resilient as you describe your family. She learned to make due with what she had growing up. She lived through the Great Depression. She survived the loss of her first child at birth then cried and prayed with me when I lost my one of my own. You are so right that we don’t need to touch the dead hands to receive healing- her blood flows through me and I, too, am strong (I just need to be reminded sometimes).

  16. My family came here to America in the early 1700s. A little later my ScotsIrish ancestor from down the road from here was so crazy he led a bunch of his friends and neighbors up a big hill to fight the most organized war machine on the planet. Everyone told him he was crazy. He should wait until his big brother got back and then follow him. But he was crazy enough to ignore the reasonable and he went off, half cocked, to Kings Mountain, before his brother and the other “over mountain” men came. Fortune favors the brave. And the crazy.

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