You ol’ Noisy Girls

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  1. Thank you Anna for being a noisy girl! I didn’t get my voice for 10 years after I left home. (See my reply to Lynn.) It’s so important we raise our children to look out for these devils and it does happen to boys too!

  2. Thanks Anna! We Will Be Loud! Back in the early 60’s I was told to be quite about the devil who was visiting my neighbor. My mom told me not to go around him again. I was 5. When my neighbor lady found out what her dad did he was gone. I was told not to talk about it. When I was 12 I was raped. I didn’t tell anyone about it. Until I HEALED!!!!!!
    I went on to work at a hotline, then to work in mental health with children. I was and am no longer quite. Scream NOISY GIRLS SCREAM!!!!! In love and light, Dana

  3. Anna, thank you for writing this
    My two daughters spoke up. Made a noise. I was at work when I found out after they made a noise to their Mother. Fortunately, the cops got to me first or I would be getting out of prison just about now. “Yard Boy” he was. Seemed a nice kid and I hated raking leaves. Daddys can be made fools of too, I suppose. Devils are like that. “Fondling’s” happened right under our nose’s along with threats of instant death if they told. A good deal of counseling for my girls followed for several years. They were 4 and 5 years of age. They’re in their 30’s now and seem to be happy in life. The son of a bitch only got ten years and was out in three.

    1. Hey James. I’m sure your girls are fine. Us noisy girls are resilient! They are blessed to have had their mom and you beside them. Also it is surprising that the guy got 10 yrs. You’d be shocked at how many men get by with sexual abuse still in these times. It angers me to no end. God Bless you and your family. In love and light, Dana

  4. Probably pre-first or first grade I lived with my aunt & uncle, my mother’s sister. For some reason I remember being told not to let the neighborhood boys, maybe a year or two older, look under my dresses. Girls all had to wear dresses to school in those days, exactly how this was explained to me I can’t remember. Unfortunately for me they apparently convinced me that it was OK to jump off a stack of blocks behind the garage which was just high enough to let my skirt fly & billow right up. Never sure why my uncle came & found me just jumping away. Not sure, but I think he gave the boys a good scare. I was the one who got the big handed spanking. Really never remember ever getting another one in the next few years I lived with them. That one stuck with me. I read far beyond my age as a teen, so did know what was what by then. Subsequently never dated a lot in high school since I was in the family’s first generation to go to college – never wanted to get married right out of school. Luckily when my mother remarried & I went back to live with her, he was as good as gold to me & his youngest brother back from the service was too. In the circumstances I grew up in, and with a brother 9 years older & older boy cousins, I grew up loved & with no bad memories, at least of these worst offenses that could have been. When I read & hear about the horrible things that happen to young girls, I thank God & my family for my safety from such abuse. I pray for those who are abused especially little babies & children.

    On Feb 1, 2018 12:22 PM, “Appalachian Ink ~ Home of Anna Wess (and Granny)” wrote:

    > Anna Wess posted: “For too long now, as I see it, there has been a smart > handful of us ol’ girls that have been quiet for too long, like we’d been > told to be. I figure it’s time to get loud, manners or reputations or not. > Sometimes, we need to speak up, lest the devils win.” >

  5. Thank you for this, I cried at being told the same thing to me by my mother. Wish I’d known to make some noise, i sure did teach my baby girl to make noise. I’m like your daddy, I’d make sure someone would be takin’ a dirty nap.

  6. I love your writing style. I felt like I was right there in the house with Big Ruby’s cooking sending happy smells all through the house.

  7. I had my devils too, first as a young child, a grandfather, of course offering candy not quite understanding. Then again as a teenager when my parents separated and we were living in a boarding house with our dad, another border who had a room. I suffered in silence, ashamed to tell anyone fear of me being blamed for something I may have done wrong. This turned me into a full-blown tomboy just to protect myself. Still, to this day, something I am ashamed to speak of. If I had said something my dad would have killed them both! I raised my daughter with many warnings, “men like pretty little girls,” “Be careful”, “Watch what you wear, if you want ones attention you will get all of their attention.” Sadly I think she did not always heed my warnings and had her own devils too. Thank you for sharing your stories, they have to be real and from the heart.

  8. Beautiful, thank you for sharing and thank you for being a noisy girl. I too was told to be quiet but was lucky enough to have another side of the family that gave me my voice back. I’m proud that this generation of silenced girls has grown up and will raise our girls noisy.

  9. Thank you for your story…we all need to be noisy girls to bring light to all the devil’s! I’ve had my share of abuse but now have a very sweet and loving man in my life that helped me to love and trust again! And your talk if pone bread brought back memories of my Granny Hall cooking on her old wood stove…ohh how I miss those days!

  10. My heart aches for the women who have encountered the devils in their lives. I consider myself extremely lucky to have never been faced with it in all my 62 years. I’ve been buried 2 wonderful husbands and now have a good man. I am one very lucky woman indeed. Prayers to all the women who are not as lucky and may the devils meet THEIR devils one day soon!! May God give you strength to fight your devil and may he be damed!!

  11. Anna, Anna, Anna! Thank you for calling me “an ol’ noisy girl!” For all my 62 1/2 years I’ve had trouble being noisy for exactly the reason you say. I’ve met more than my share of devils too and in various forms of devilishness. Your blog arrived in my inbox on the day after I faced off with my greatest devil’s lawyer on the phone (I’ve been trying to battle this out on my own because I can’t afford my own lawyer). It was hard. He was mean and rude. I was strong during the forty minute call, a strong sister by my side, while he blasted and berated me the same way my former devil did. I got all noisy and told the lawyer what to tell the devil I want. That night I was exhausted and took to the tub to contemplate my Wonder Woman-ness. Yesterday, before I saw your blog I was an emotional basket case wishing I had grandchildren to cuddle instead of fighting the devil at this stage in my life. Reading your blog, though I’m still tired to the bone, gives me a glimmer of hope that the devils won’t be fiddling their self serving tunes much longer. Love from one ol’ noisy girl to another and to all you noisy girls out there.

    1. Thank you for being strong for those of us who cannot or choose not to find or own voices. Emotional basket case or not, your are finding your voice and fighting for yourself as well as those of us who haven’t yet been able to find ours. I have hope that I too will at some point find my own voice, but until then, I celebrate others, like yourself, who have become Ol noisy girls while I continue to fight off the voices, perhaps in my head, that say the consequences for doing so are still too great. Thank you Wonder Woman!!!!

      1. Dear Willis, We are all one in our humanness and our sisterhood. I was in your shoes once and it got so painful I had to do something. I can put that devil behind me now and feel stronger to deal with any devils that come along. Wish I could give you a hug that would help you to know you do have a Wonder Woman inside of you. She’s just scared and once you know what she’s scared of I trust she will realize there is a lot of wonderful life to live where there’s no room for devils of any kind messing with your head and heart. Much love to you and strength if I could send it over through cyber space. You are never alone…

    2. Sigh. This story makes me weep. My devil was my own papa, may old Nick gnaw his soul. And him a Baptist preacher too! Don’t tell mama, no, she wouldn’t understand. It’s okay if you take off your nightgown, I won’t tell. And don’t you tell mama, she wouldn’t understand. Well I didn’t understand neither; this was the person supposed to be protecting me from all that deviltry. Instead I had nowhere to run, nobody I dared to speak up to, lest I get the tar beat outa me. And he’d do it, too.

      I never did tell my mama about that old devil, nor tell my brothers nor my sister. I’ve wondered if maybe he didn’t ever devil my sister too, but she has nothing but kind and loving words for him to this day, so maybe she was let off the hook and never had to meet that devil, her being considerable younger than me and all. Not me though. Me being the oldest I was the one had to put up with it, getting called into his bedroom at night, up under the sheets, while mama was out a workin’ late. And all the while Skeeter Davis and that Chuckwagon Gang singin’ their sweet hymns to Jesus on that old Emerson record player, smelling of burnt electricity and ozone and brimstone.

      I’ve made my peace and come to terms with what happened, and that old devil has been long gone now for some years past. My life is happy now, filled with love and joy. In all these years I’ve never told a soul about them devil days, excepting my therapist, and maybe I let slip something to my best friend one night when we were hittin’ the wild spirits. I think if I’d a been a noisy girl back then, not so damned afraid of getting another beating, maybe it wouldn’t have taken me so long to get past it. But this sort of thing was rampant in the hills and hollers of Southern Appalachia back then, and if I know my devils, likely still is right up to this day.

      So yeah, all you young’uns, be noisy girls (and boys too), and if those old devils come around you then you scream and holler and pitch a fit, and if need be, pick up a tree limb or a hickory broomstick and dare that sumbitch to touch you again. That’s what I finally had to do once I got big enough, but it did the trick. Don’t live your whole life with the shame of it, thinking maybe it was somehow your fault. Well it ain’t your fault what the devil does; that’s just what devils do. And you don’t have to put up with it, not for one second.

      Bless you Anna.

  12. This is so very true of how it was. And what an awesome way to put it out there for everyone to read. Great writing and bringing the past into a picture.

  13. Brought tears to my eyes! I was in my wild 20s when I met my devil but I know too many others who met em way too young. As always, I adore your writing.

  14. Thank you for this brave, wise and powerful post…and for creating a space for others to tell their stories. I work with an organization in VA with a mission to end sexual and domestic violence. Would love to share this with other folks thru our blog. You can check us out at and let me know if you would consider it. Your words, “we didn’t start these fires…” Standing up together I have faith that we will put them out. 💜

  15. Wow,that is powerful writing. Bless you and all the ‘noisy girls’ who have shared their truth here. And the ‘devils? Damn them to hell.

  16. I am in awe of your ability to put these words out there. Thank you so much. I can relate to everything you’ve said here, even the soup and cornbread (I still make it like that), and if I don’t have the okra, I go to the store and buy the frozen kind.
    Here’s hoping there is justice soon coming to all the devils! Love your writing. Keep it coming!

  17. There are so incredibly many of us “Me, too” girls living in these hills and hollers. Thank the good Lord for giving us loud voices when we need to use them. I do love your voice speaking truth.

  18. I’m one of the ol’ noisy girls now. It took me years to get noisy, and with every day that passes I get noisier and noisier, now that I’m nearing 40! I was so young and little when I got my devil, and he wasn’t much older than me. I was a mouse back then during those years, but when the next generation started showing up in our family, I told. I got noisy to protect them from the Devils.

  19. Anna,
    I read this and tears came to my eyes. Devels are everywhere and I raised my boys to not be one of them! Nightmares still come..But, I’m a noisy girl now..and LIke you said.. Yes, I reckon we do!

  20. So many Devils. So many of us that met ’em when we were just babies.
    I kept quiet until my 20s. No more. I’m almost 60 now, and one of them ol’ noisy ones. Bless you, Anna.

  21. I love your stories… i’m from Southwest VA and I certainly identify with a lot of your observations and attitudes of mountain people…. keep on writing…

  22. I’ve been a loud mouth my whole life. I got loud enough at 16 to stop the damage to me, but, not loud enough. I’m trying to make up for it now. And, I guarantee you I’ll be pissing on my cousin’s grave, when he’s dead, all the time talkin’ loud.
    He was a sorry sack of shit that abused every girl, woman and boy that he was alone with long enough. A sly bastard that got away with it too many times.
    The devil will dance with him…

  23. Devils & skeletons in the closet, too many secrets that need to see the light of day. Turn them to dust and sweep them out.

  24. Yes indeed! I’ll come join you and all of the ol’ noisy girls, up on the mountain for some of that good ol’ soup and cornbread. It has been way too long, and there has been way too many devils in this ol’ world! (#Timesup) Thank You, Anna Wess! I LOVE and appreciate (and can relate to) ALL of your work! Please keep it up!! 👏❤🙋🏻

  25. Us noisy ol girls will never again hush up. I’ve been hollering since I was 7yrs old, I’m 64 now. I carried a lot of anger for most of my life due to the damnation I got for being noisy about such things, even from my older sisters,(their husbands were the worse), and from my own mom. But I decided that if I am going to be made blame then I am calling names and speaking out who they were. Hell a couple of those brother in laws decided to become preachers and came crawling to me for my forgiveness. Shoot the devils house is where they preach so nothing for me to forgive. Couple of their first born sons sit in prison today for not knowing of their daddy’s repentance. If they had they may of thought twice about violating their own baby girls. Such is the life on earth, people hide in shame what should be shouted from mountain tops!

  26. I’m sorry, Anna. Me, too – ‘cept I was 4 and it was a 19 year old neighbor – been running from the devil ever since. Now I’m done runnin’ and I’ll give the devil a head start just to get a better aim. Thanks for the truth- it ain’t always pretty.

  27. There MUST be in every girls life, someone who will talk to her and advise her in no uncertain terms, about this subject . And not just one “talk” , but regularly, annually, or seasonly, so that every girl knows what is out of order, and what to do about it. It is always right to speak up loudly any time, every time …Have no fear. Yes, starve out those monsters. Shine the light on them every time!
    Anna, you have done a great service. Thankyou.

    1. Bill, we must educate boys too. It happens to them. I also believe in educatk by our boys our boys won’t be one of the devils that does this to girls. Boys need that someone to talk to them too!

  28. Thank you for this! I love your writing as it speaks to my heart, my soul and to my childhood. Please keep writing such wisdom!

  29. I reckon some gals got a plum good right to get real noisy bout what’s happened to them but some of em have gone to cryin wolf when ain’t been nothin happening !
    Now don’t get me wrong if a gal has been done wrong she has every right to stand up there on the roof of the barn and holler her head off and at the same time she has a god given right to defend herself with whatever she can get her hands on!!

  30. I can’t get enough of your writing. It’s so honest and down to earth. I also had a devil for a step father. And mother was so wrapped up with him she didn’t seem to care. When it did come out years later she was a victim blamer and made my life absolutely miserable. I’m not a victim though I’m a warrior and a survivor and I’m wise to the devil’s ways and can usually spot those devils a mile away.

    1. I’m sorry Lynn. I know how you feel. I was 7 when mom remarried, we had lived with wonderful grandparent since I was 2 when she divorced my dad. They left me and my siblings with my grandparents until she got pregnant and he said since they were going to have a kid we might as well come live with them. I was 8. He was a mean abusive drunk and he started fondling me almost right away before I was 9 he had raped me. This went on at least every other day until I finally got my noisy voice before my 16th birthday. My mother took his side and said it didn’t happen. My grandfather tried to shoot him but my uncle convinced him I needed him right then and it would kill me if he went to jail. They didn’t report it b/c they didn’t think I was strong enough to handle all that. They didn’t seek help for me b/c everyone thought not talking about it was best. I went to live with my uncle and his family and mom wrote me a six page letter telling me how she didn’t believe me, how it never hapened, and I was never to speak of it again. Family wonders why I suffered from clinical depression?? Really? Bless you and hugs. I

  31. Your words are always as if taken from my mouth. Have you been peeking inside my brain? Sisters, aunts, mothers, grandmothers what a lineage to pass down. The obscene acceptance and the women who chose to sacrifice the innocent instead of protect. Too afraid to be loud willing to feed the monsters.

  32. You succeeded where others failed. Because once you’re noisy and that adult makes an excuse for it, or disbelieves it… a license is granted and the devils line up…

  33. I knew more than I want to mention. One was my own Granddaddy.

    Jean Good
    UVa’s College at Wise
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    Wise VA 24293

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    “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
    ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

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