The Last of the Granny Witches

492 thoughts on “The Last of the Granny Witches”

  1. I am so glad I found this. I can relate to parts of it. I was raised in the Smokey Mountains between North Carolina and Tennessee . I was delivered by a midwife up in the fifteenth in Delrio. As far back as I can remember I have heard the stories about my grandfather on my mothers side seeing spirits and my grandmother healing people. My aunt taught me how to make medicines and where to find the roots,bark or berries i needed to use. My grandfather on my dads side saw visions he was a very religious man , anyway this I remember vividly. About a week before my grandfather died he my father and my uncle were talking and he said he needed them to pray with him. I saw them go into the bedroom and light a candle before they closed the door. I don’t know what they said or did but my grandfather saw his grave instead of his reflection in a mirror( I found out years later). My father and uncle came out of that room pale as ghosts and refused to say what they saw.
    My mother always knew when something bad was going to happen with family . Three of us children had the same gut feelings that she did. A few times she would call me late at night and I would pick up on the first ring because I was wide awake and looking at the phone . I shared that with one brother that has past and now one sister. I can always tell before I talk to her if its a death in the family I don’t know why. I have an older brother that I am not as close with but he can stop blood and cure the thrash I have seen him do it.
    I never really thought about it being different when I was growing up I thought it was normal and just something everyone did . I learned different when i was in about the 5th grade when people started talking about witches in school. I never told anyone about these things but sense I have gotten older I realize that its not something i need to hide its part of me , it always has been . It’s hard to talk about this stuff because where i come from people don’t accept others to well especially if they are different I suppose that’s why i left and will never move back.
    Thank you for writing what you did.

  2. Hello, I just found this site tonight. I am currently learning about my ancestry. I dream every night and remember my dreams. Sometimes I am so involved, I wake up with the emotion of the dream I’ve been in. I also have a unique sense of smell at times. Mostly pleasant and was told that when I have these smells, Jesus is near. Any thoughts on this?

  3. Marvellous article but it was the comments that made me hope for the future of the wise women and bizarrely, it is the internet! Divide and conquer have always been the oppression tactic of choice and it worked well on the witches until now. With the net, they can’t do that and I love that women are able to connect and share their stories/herstories again. Whether gifted or not we can all revel in them so thank you all! ❤

  4. Good day All. I am a Seer from the Hills of Tennessee. My family feared for me, being in the Bible belt and hid my gifts and shamed me into silence as a child. Check out kimbirdwellsowell@gmail.com and my Little Patch of Heaven. Blessings and deepest respect to you, my sisters and brothers…

  5. If anyone has any info on our history please let me know , I havent been able to track anything down I do have Native in me as well… this might sink back to the blood line , but I tend to pull towards the Netherlands and green , and warrior , … so any info on our History let me know , its a Mysterious blend..:)

  6. I wondered what I was all this time , although knew a Seer… but .. me and my mom and sisters were are the same. My Mamaw was the same … its a blessing and curse, but I fall within the boundaries of Spiritual linage of the God realm I walk within the old ways and know the old things, but am a earth woman and wear this one Proud..:)

    1. SoTrue, my granny was a healer and my aunt.You came feel it in blood & in your soul.Most people don’t know what you are.But wants your help .Have a bless day.

  7. I’ve spent a lifetime growing up listening to stories of my ancestors journeys. NO ONE from my grandparents generation or older would ever admit to having gifts of any type. my parents both denied any gifts they had from confusion and fear. I on the other hand EMBRASSED MINE.
    My children were taught to believe in the impossible, that it’s ok to have gifts, abilities AND believe in GOD ALMIGHTY.
    I know my ancestry consists of Cherokee, Blackfoot, Osage indian, Irish that traces back to Scotland and German blood. Since I can’t trace any power or gifts I’ve come to the belief that it’s was covered up to protect themselves. (my great-grandfather’s sister admitted they were not allowed to claim Cherokee blood because their grandparents successfully fled the trail of tears at the boothill of Missouri. So I believe the ability was denied as well)
    I have very STRONG gifts and abilities that I’m just NOW learning to understand. my children also have them.
    the confusion I’ve lived with my entire life has finally brought me to an inner peace I can’t put into words.
    I appreciate all the articles and comments that has helped me to understand I have NEVER been alone in this quest of knowledge.

      1. I’ve been working on my ancestry. My Gran that I’m tracing I Hester Ann Brewer. She was born around 1800. Her father was Lanier Brewer, Jr. and her mother was Narcises (aka Rebecca) and was Cherokee. She had a brother, George. I’m trying to track down her father. I believe it was Oconostota Stalking Turkey. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

  8. Reblogged this on Shamanic Wise Woman and commented:
    As a daughter of ancient wisdom, sharing and passing along to the next generation courses through my veins too. Although it is passed through the generation of my siblings blood. Tales are told, and secrets unfold. The loss is theirs if they do not listen to preserve the “herstory”, generations to come. Sidonia Nightsky~

  9. Thank you for this article. I read and shared it for the first time shortly after my Granny passed. My Granny was born on the 7th day of the month in Kings Mountain. The descendant of the daughter of a feared Cherokee Warrior chief she was referred to in history with the word Princess attached to her name. The Chief’s daughter or Princess married a white Celt, who is mentioned in many a historical record but not without notation of his nickname of Big listed in front of his name. Through this union and others sprung those who by God’s great design came to give my Granny all that she pocessed. Or as she referred to it, A touch of the power. As I said she was born on the 7th day of the month which only added to the 7’s she could claim. Her mother was by law and on paper her parents 7th child. Stories retold question many things when a man is known to wander for years and return with home with a son much older than the time he’d been abscent. Family photos show more happy children than listed even before my great grandmother’s birth. Questions unanswered as to whether or not she was actually her mother’s child still survive passed down in the stories we tell. Her father claimed to her through whispers all her life that she was his 7th daughter. She was special. So it must have been by design that another man’s 7th son ended up one day on a horse he couldn’t control that took down the drying laundry she’d hung. She was mad about the laundry but she married him. Many years and hardships had passed and many children born before my Granny came on a cold 7th day into this world as the 7th daughter of a 7th daughter and a 7th son. My Papaw was long gone when my calculations on ancestry.com led me to the fact that she’d married her 7th cousin. I’m not surprised she replied when I told her. She’d known they had kin in common though my Mummy her mother in law had refused to acknowledge or speak of the connection. She saved pictures though that attest to her knowledge and pride of her and her only son being kin to that common last name to which both my grandparents sprung from. I write this for my Granny because she wasn’t one to brag. I’d say most who met her never knew these things about her nor was I even allowed to question them without her silently questioning back. But she knew and there were others she told too about what she knew about me. So I write out the facts and the mysteries and questions. I remember those who took uncomfortable answers to their graves. I write for my Grat-Great grandfather who went to war for a stolen country while his countrymen and family shunned him for leaving the corner of the land they had left that the government had designated for them. I write for my Great Grandmother’s maiden name Wright which she claimed rightly belonged to her and her kin who were first in flight. She only had two boys Orville was a family name she passed on. I write for my aforementioned grandmother or the Princess. It’s obvious that Princess wasn’t a term used by the natives but if you want Google to find her you better add Princess or know her given, Christian, and married, names. I write for her father the Warrior Chief who was taken in hand by George Washington. I write for what I see as mercy that his life was taken when it was. One of the men who murdered him was next in line to him and rose with his death to the position that gave him, with only pen in hand, the power to send many Cherokee to their death on The Trail of Tears. I write for the rage, anger, frustration, and confusion that this Chief must have been propelled by to commit atrocities against anyone from the whites to his wives. I write because I’m proud to have learned lessons from these people I never met. I write because that’s what we do. We pass on the stories written down or told in hushed tones. We tell of those in the past who were by design making the design of ourselves possible. It’s who some of us are and it’s what we do. That’s part of the magic, the storytelling. Not everyone could finish Granny’s stories word for word leaving her without anything to add. But I could and am proud of those I sprung from. Since my horoscope suggested that the 7th day of this month could be an egotistical time for me I write now my description. I was born in the 7th month of a year that is a numerological 7 as the 3rd granddaughter of the 7th daughter of a 7th daughter and a 7th son. My father is also III and I was born 5 years to the day my Great Grandmother the illeged 7th child to her parents and 7th daughter to her father past away. My Great-Grandmother and her sister also passed on the same day but 5 years apart. I was born at a complete # of minutes after 7 and I’m sure her spirit had left her by that time or else I wouldn’t have inherited it. I’ve been told she had A touch of the power too.

    1. This is very fascinating. My 5th Great Grandmother shares a similar story. It would be interesting to see if we are talking about the same person.

  10. What a great read! My parents and their parents- came from deep in the Mountains and hollers of eastern Kentucky. My great grandmother was reported to be a “Seer” as was my Grandmother, and as am I. My mother has never manifested any abilities to read or see visions nor have my sisters but they do believe that our family has these abilities.
    I have had people come to me for interpretation of dreams, and I’ve had knowledge of things that were being said or done- from 1000s of miles a way, I sometimes hear people in my dreams (or during meditation-), I hear them speak with accents in languages I have never learned- typically when they are in times of serious trouble, distress, or sometimes at their time of death- I have heard and I am certain that these gifts came from my lineage. Growing up our dining table chatter typically involved such topics as cures for everything from warts to migraines, to determining the sex of a baby that had not yet been conceived. It was normal to hear and belief was not optional- I am thankful for growing up in a family with the faith and wisdom to know that such gifts need to be accepted and nurtured if they are to grow in our lives.
    Embrace your gifts is my best advice. Believe in it- and look for ways to cultivate it. It’s worth noting I think that my grandmother and her mother’s family – were all very spiritual christians with a profound belief in conservative christianity. They simply saw their spiritual gifts a just that- Gifts of the Spirit. I’d love to talk to others who may have the same background or if you have questions..hit me up!
    @leelinda63 ON TWITTER

  11. I love this so much. I have it saved and come back to read it again and again. Beautiful piece. It describes my lineage exactly. Just wanted to leave some love!

  12. We are a traveling family-living on the road to show our children a better way of living and connectedness. My husband and I both have background in indigenous shamanism. My daughter has healing and intuitive powers and my youngest son sees spirit. No roots to the Appalachian culture however for myself, a deep drive to connect with it. Anyone have insight or guidance on where that could open up for us? Love to learn and give in return💚

  13. Hi. I’ve been doing some family research, and want to learn more about the craft in the Appalachia. An ancestor of mine was mentored by a woman named Sarah Pickle. Does anyone here know more about her?

    1. I don’t know that name. I’m in the western tip of north carolina. I’m not doing research on family, as we are all accounted for. I am however interested in talking with others about about Appalachian folk practices, or as we call them, “root women/men”

  14. I have some sort of gift. I have dreams and they come true. I dreamed about the World Trade Center tragedy 3 days before it happened. I also dreamed about tornados while in Missouri and they happened that weekend. I would like to develop this gift but not sure how. I would love to be able to help people with this gift.

    1. To dream true is a great gift, if sometimes a heavy burden. Honor it by keeping a dream journal and it will grow stronger yet.

      Did you know that you can affect your waking world by re-entering dreams and mastering any imageof fear you find there? It is true — I’ve done it. Our minds are wonderous and the only working tool a magical person really needs.

      1. I have dreams quite frequently that are warnings of trouble within my family amd myself. My family is originally from deep Appalachia and we still live on its edge. Both my grandmothers had similar gifts. My mother, sister, and some of my aunts also have these gifts. I’ve always had a deep connection with nature and can sense things that others don’t. Until your post, I thought I was weird. You’ve identified common practices that I have done since childhood that I was taught by my female elders. Even my father had certain beliefs that seemed strange to others especially surrounding nature. He would never let me pick flowers or disturb nature unless it was absolutely necessary then we would thank it for sacrificing its life. Dad would use herbs and tonics for illnesses.

        Thank you for sharing and giving me an explaination of my history.

  15. My grandparents on my mother’s side both come from the mountains of WV and so do many generations before them . They are also German and Cherokee I have always known about different women in my family in every generation having gifts even my mother. I my self can feel other people’s emotions or traumatic experiences they have had. I don’t quite understand my gift yet. When I read this article it was almost like the feeling of coming home.Thank you for this.And if anyone has any insight for me I would appreciate it.

  16. I once knew of a family that were very afraid of their grandmother. She could cast spells and claimed to have killed several people with her dolls and magic potions. However, they did not believe in God. I remember going to their house and she was in a fit of rage at the death of her son. She picked up a Bible and threw it into the yard cursing God all the while. She was someone to be fearful of.

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