My Memories of GRIT and Granny


Mary DyerWelcome to my first blog for “GRIT” Magazine! I stumbled across this website by happy accident, and I’m so glad. When I think about “GRIT,” I am flooded with memories of my Granny Crawford.

My grandparents moved from the Smoky Mountains to Oregon when my mother was very young, and along with Granny came her southern traditions. Granny loved to go fishing – often on the spur of the moment. This involved thrusting her feet into a pair of Grandad’s work boots, embarrassing my mother in a big way. Granny grew a huge vegetable garden and raised chickens, starting fresh with a new batch of Rhode Island Reds every spring. I loved to watch them huddling together or busily pecking feed under their warm light. It wasn’t until later that I sadly learned that those little fluffballs became part of “Ma Crawford’s” legendary southern-style, after-church dinners – I thought their only job was to lay eggs!

Granny loved “GRIT” – especially the inspirational articles and the stories about people with rural lifestyles and interests so similar to her own. When I became bored and restless (and a complete pain in the rear) during our visits, she handed me her latest copy. I loved the funny stories, the anecdotes, and the comic strips, especially “Nancy and Sluggo” – the precocious little girl and her friend from the wrong side of the tracks. For Granny, it was probably worth the price of subscription to keep me occupied for an hour or two.

Mary Churning Butter
This photo of me churning butter was published in “GRIT.”  

Mary Dyer
6/4/2013 5:01:06 AM

Oh yes, I definitely remember cleaning the chicken house -- not a fun job on a hot summer day (or any other day'!)Thanks for the warm welcome!

5/30/2013 2:25:29 PM

Mary, welcome to the GRIT blogging community. I'm glad you decided to become a blogger here. I expect that you have many more memories and stories to tell us. I grew up on a Nebraska farm and fishing was part of my heritage too. I don't get to fish as much as I would like now but it still jogs memories of fishing with Dad and Uncles. Chickens were part of the farming experience for me as well. In my case, I was the one to clean out the coop after the processing. I didn't look forward to that. I just kept in mind the fried chicken dinners which kept my focus on track. It was always an exciting day when the word came down that the chickens were ready to be picked up at the feed store. I not sure what kind they were but they sure were tasty. Have a great fried chicken day.

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