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My Mother's Paternal Grandmother
- MARY FAULKNER
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 Grandma always had home-made
cookies on hand.
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Grandma Faulkner suffered
greatly from arthritis in her back in her latter years. She would come
to Aunt Clara's in St. Thomas occasionally for a visit and would stay
only a couple of days - then she would want to go home. Also, if any of
her relatives came to visit her they could never surprise her. She would
say "I knew you were coming." How she knew I never could figure
out. Perhaps she had E.S.P. - or perhaps it was just hope. |
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Also, I can remember grandma
telling me about a little boy in Dover who got into the raisins and he
swallowed quite a few without chewing them first. Needless to say the
child's stomach began to swell out of proportion and he was screaming
with pain. His mother, who was English - ran around holding her hands
to her head and yelling, "Oh, I ‘ope he don't bust, I ‘ope
he don't bust." What the consequences of this episode were I never
head - but I'll wager that the child learned a good lesson! |
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Grandma always had home-made
cookies on hand. If a child came in for a visit she would say "Do
you want a cookie?" and she would give them one. They soon learned
to say, "Yes, please" and Thank you". |
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Sometimes the Jersey Cow
would start to moo and moor and raise an awful ruckus. She would bawl
all day and I would ask Grandma what she was making all the fuss about.
Grandma would smile to herself and say, "Oh, she's only ‘bulling'".
I never did understand what she meant until later years. |
