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Date:12/21/2014 12:51:10 PM
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Grandma's House, Part II
I was talking about my Grandma Truckey's house and how soothing the place was. Whenever I would visit her, we would chat in her tiny living room and as she rocked I would doze off while sitting in one of her other chairs. When I would awake, she would chuckle and remark how everyone who came and visited her would fall asleep in her house. She said that there was a certain peace in her house and even when members of her progeny who had "troubles with the law" would visit there, they would forget their troubles and find rest and peace there. Then, when they awoke, they would go back out into the world.
To this day, I am convinced that The Good Lord and His angels frequented my Grandmother's house. My sister, Sister and Mother Superior Donna told us all that once, when she was little, she had spent the night at Grandma's and slept next to her. When she awoke the next morning, Grandma was still asleep but Donna, a mere child, saw a tall, strong, stern angel hovering near the ceiling of the room, guarding Grandma. I do not, dare not, doubt this story. That she was guarded by Heaven cannot be disregarded. Even though she lived alongside the highway, she was never troubled by intruders, except for once. The one time that she was, my uncle Vitale was there visiting her. On a Friday night, I think, Vitale was at the kitchen table with Grandma when a young, drunken man came in through the door uttering obscenities. Good ol' Uncle Vitale, even in his sixties, was a big, tough man, the largest of all the Truckey uncles. He was the gentlest of them all too, but when he was riled, he was an one of them old bulls that I had mentioned before . . . a force to reckoned with. Vitale rose from his chair in a rage and roared to the man, "You get out of here!" The intruder took one look at Vitale and like the revenuers in my previous post, high-tailed it out of there. We had asked Grandma what she would've done about the intruder if Vitale hadn't have been there. She replied, "I guess I would've just stuck a butcher knife in his belly." I'm glad that I'm descended from such stock. More next time. --Gary
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