My great grandmother Molly.
Molly was born in 1901. I know nothing above her family story. My mom hated Molly, grand-daughter, not a loving woman to her grand kids. Although I had a special kind of relationship with great-grandma. I was the tenth grandchild so the farm house was pretty full when we’d all come to visit and of course they’d stick me with gg Molly. At first I was scared of staying in her trailer because the other cousins would say things about Molly that should make a little kid scared as hell. Once I got in and had to rest for the night, gg Molly had some things that made me ease up a bit.
Those things? Candy and soda! So my evil gg Molly had her little great grandchild over to stay and all she gave me was root beer and gum drops and those orange slice candies we all ate as kids. I figured out gg Molly wasn’t so bad after all. She was old and had a rough life I’m sure. She was a divorce woman in the 40s or 50s. But my grandpa was always there for her. She was a nurse in WW2 and I’m sure she was a bitch to people. But not to me, ever. The cousins would laugh every time I had to sleep in Molly’s trailer. My grandpa, or I guess my grandma wouldn’t want her in the house because she was probably a bitch to those people. So my grandpa bought her a trailer, single wide, for her to be by herself. I was onced scared to death of Molly until she showed me the soda and candies she had. I’d spend more time with her over the summers when my mom would dump me on the farm and my grandparents would drive into the city to run the nursing home.
She taught me about snakes and such, I saw a snake run thru the gravel and told me it was a garter snake. She taught me how to make a proper peanut butter and jelly sandwich, use a spoon for the jelly, not a knife. She made her own soap. That’s pretty cool. I’d have to carry her purse from the diner back to the van and it seemed like it weighed 40 pounds but it was her .38 caliber on the purse. She always carried.
So in the fall of 1981, Molly died. My step dad took me out of school along with my sister. We were dropped off at the farm. By this time my grandparents had built a house back in the woods. Fully functional. So there I was, around 10 o’clock getting ready for MASH to come on. Now picture the room. A square. Looking at the square, my grandmas chair is in the second corner, tv is first corner and me and sis are sitting on the couch at 3 and 4 corners.
I’m hungry and make a ham sandwich and put it on the blue China plate. I walk into the room and go back to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Get my milk and sit on the couch. I take a bite of the sandwich and all of a sudden, a bi-centennial quarter drops on the plate. Same day Molly dies. I think at first, my sister is trying to play a prank on me by having me bite or swallow a quarter for a good laugh. 80s kids right? So as I’m about to pummel my sister for a bad tasted joke, my grandma says my sister sat there all the time I was gone and did nothing to my sandwich. Now this blew my mind. Later my sister came up with the ghost idea that gg Molly was sending me a message that all was good. And that’s plausible. So I’ve accepted it.
Fast forward to 1993. My grandpa dies. We have to get grandpa ready for funeral. They moved off the farm and back to Louisiana and eventually where my grandpa is laid to rest. So back in Missouri, my grandma let us pick thru every thing on the farm to take with us because the farm was being sold. So there I was, digging thru a shed and looked inside a box and pull out a black plastic box, I hold it up in the air and wave over to grandma. Grandma walks over and says, KU medical center? This is Molly’s ashes. Yep, just me, wandering around a shed, pulling out my gg Molly’s ashes.
No big deal. So I take the ashes down to Louisiana and on the day of my grandpas funeral I get to place them in his casket so she can be buried too.
I love you a lot Molly! I’m glad everyone else was too scared to stay with you.