Wise Whispers from the Granny Witches

64 thoughts on “Wise Whispers from the Granny Witches”

  1. I live in the Mountains of North Georgia. You speak the words I cannot say, the feelings I can’t express. I come from a long line of Granny Witches and Cherokee women. This so resonates.

  2. I was entranced reading your story. It allowed me to vision it as I read it and play it in my head as you were playing a movie of the life of your history. Thank you for your memories shared.

  3. I loved this. And I was grateful to hear of someone else that has “clicks” in their jaws. I’ve never met anyone else that has that sign. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. I wish I could have met your granny.

  4. I love your writing! I can feel the mist of tbe mountains when I read your words. Our family has a Louise Belcher of Pulaski Co., VA back in our family tree. Maybe we are cousins of a sort. Always look forward to your next gift of words. Thank you.

  5. I have adored everything I have read since discovering you, but this one ……truly holds some real wisdom and magic, which are the same.

  6. Dear Anna. Do the grannies describe how a person just leaves. How could any one struggle like a feral cat! Your grannies are so incredibly wise. It’s just so hard when a young one wishes to leave.

    It breaks ones heart.


    Sent from my iPhone


  7. Wonderful post! Just found your blog from a FB link. I look forward to catching up on your past posts. My dad’s family (Wallace) is originally from Southwest VA, too: Honaker. They moved to central KY in the 1920s so that two of my great-aunts could attend the school for the blind in Louisville. But I know that some of my grandpa’s cousins in KY were Belchers. Quite a few of those folks had moved to KY. Maybe we are distantly related 🙂 Cheers, Robin Wallace

    1. My maternal grandmother was a Honaker from Honaker, VA and they settled in Central KY (Danville area) in the late 1920’s… She lived on ‘Big A’ mountain growing up and my great grandmother was known as a magickal healing woman….. She was kind and good, but her face was major scary… I never met her…. Her photo used to scare me as a child. She died in the late 1940’s down in Bristol, TN. My grandmother was a Baptist and a devout Christian. My great grandmother, on the other hand, faced the same ‘nosey’ busybody women shaming her for her talents with the herbs and plant magick… Although, my grandmother knew the plants and even taught me identifications when I was little as we took ‘walks’ into the fields here in KY, she never healed others other than for her own children…. My grandmother only told me a couple times about her mother’s (my great grandmother’s) healing abilities. She, herself, felt it to be too far away from the Baptist beliefs to do anything with her devine knowledge. The Belcher’s in my area moved here with the Honakers and Wilsons back in the 20-30’s. They are all distant related to me… They all came from Honaker, VA on Big A mountain around the same time… I’m just awakening to the magick of herbs and plants….I have so much to learn… I just want to say to the author of this blog what an amazing talent for writing!!!! You are awesome!!!!

  8. I am so glad to have followed a link on Facebook and found my way here. I have fallen in love at first sight with your words and your telling. It fascinates me how so many Appalachian phrases are echoed where I live, down here at the end of the world, amongst mountains much smaller than yours, and forests much darker. Or at least they used to be, before we got too modern for any real culture. Thank you for all that you share.

  9. How beautiful was this. Reminded me of my own granny, whose words were always there around us, now they come back with resounding clarity and we hear her, she lives within and without us. And no, these grannies knew no fear, and they have left me with her in me and in my daughters and may it continue onwards to posterity. For it is these kind of grannies words and way of being that allows the world to continue on its determined course and path. Those that want healing will heal, and those that don’t, well, so be it, as granny would say.

  10. I really enjoy reading your post, as I started to read this last one I was drawn to the picture of the three girls.  I could hardly believe my eyes, the girls could have been me and my two sisters way back in the late fifties.  I am the oldest of the three of us, the middle girl in age looks so much like my sister, Jearldine it is really uncanny . The way she stands with her hands crossed as if she is protecting herself and the look on her face, just like Dennie, as we have always called her. The youngest in the picture well her attitude comes across just like my baby sister Sue.  Enough about the picture, the post touched me in a special way, I know what you mean when you say some just leave. I was with my mother when she just left. I felt her leave. She is still with me every day in my heart of hearts. I also had one of those special Grannies you write about, and will always remember her words of wisdom.   Thurlene Ward Ledford

  11. “God knows my name.” “A gal with deep roots don’t fear a little wind.” And “The last word always tastes like shit. Always.” I love these words and will keep them and let them speak to me. So happy to have found your blog.

  12. I placed a star by your email, so that I can read it again and again. Memories of my Grandmama, whom I called Mammy, begin to drift among my memories, and I can feel her skin and the sweet cool smell of her. I do miss her.

  13. I’m Cuban but Grannies are the same everywhere , at least the good ones are.. Your words, when I read them I can hear my Granny Fina .. Fixing me up with some tea or rubbing something she boiled up on my stomach .. She always had a bit of wisdom and deep love . Bless you .. We are all sisters under the skin..

  14. When I read Anna’s stories, I am transported back to the 1960’s standing in my Aunt Mary Katherine’s kitchen on her farm in the lush hills of West Virginia. Thank you Anna.

  15. “Beauty doesn’t up and leave town when youth, like the fragile flower it is, has bloomed for its last season. Beauty is permanent. And it is not beholden to anything or anybody.” Wise mountain words that I pray my granddaughters will be beholden to! Thank you Anna.

  16. I have been told that I don’t mince words. Plain talk is the only way I know. Like your Grannies I too avoided being misunderstood by using words child or adult could understand. I try hard to hear the call of the wild, listening for the whisper and feel its touch of assurance. Your stories take me to the spot of knowing where nothing else matters. Thank you.~Theresa

  17. Thank you for the read .

    On Wed, Aug 31, 2016 at 12:47 PM, Appalachian Ink wrote:

    > Anna Wess posted: “Now I want you little sisters to remember this one > thing if you don’t recollect another thing: dying ain’t the worst thing > that’ll ever happen to you. The worst thing is to die before you get your > call. And let me tell you the truth as I know it. You ther” >

    1. I find these readings so interesting. I suppose part of v it stems from living simply and close to nature as well as having to survive as best as. These ladies would know the sound if the wind…the way the birds fly and the ways of animals etc. I suppose coupled with inate abilities these women answered to no one. I find the reference of druid and Celtic inheritance of some note..so they walked magickal paths that had no names…and thus they simply were whatever they were. This appeals v to me for I hate to follow and be known for my titles. I am what I am and tomorrow ….
      I will be what I am then. Blessingd

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