I’ve been thinking a lot of my beloved Grandma Mooney (great-grandmother to those just tuning in). Thank you for letting me share her stories with you all; I think you’ll agree she was a very rare and highly entertaining individual indeed.
Now, I do dabble a bit in the occult. I love giving or receiving tarot card readings. I also strongly believe in ghosts to the point that I would never dare make one angry, or even dream of playing the Ouija board alone. I strongly believe there is more to this world than our limited five senses can ever know or that science can prove or disprove, at least for now – I mean we’re learning more and more every day about the world around us, right? Who knows what they may find out. I also strongly believe that you should agree with me, or I will use my ancient Voodoo magic to hex you. Nah, just kidding on that one, but I am a firm believer in the paranormal in general.
Grandma Mooney had a unique ability that luckily, I did NOT inherit…it can’t have been pleasant. It wasn’t a super power like flying, freezing time, or moving things with her mind (seriously though, how cool would that be!?), but it was a spooky gift for sure. Grandma Mooney always knew when someone was dying. She never got upset; she was completely matter of fact about it. She’d get the feeling in her bones (I assume it was her bones at any rate), and just nonchalantly announce, “John’s dying. Gotta go,” and then she’d be off, to go help the family. Without fail, whoever the unfortunate soul was that she would name would either be on their deathbed or dead before she even got there. Of course, back then there was no Facebook, no cell phone texting, and no emails; this gift was pure intuition. She was always accurate, and it was really, very creepy.
While we’re on the subject of death and dying, did I tell you about the time I almost killed Grandma Mooney? If it wasn’t my fault, it might have been her sheer orneriness. Let me explain…and spoiler…there was a happy ending, no Grandmothers were hurt in this story.
My grandfather, god bless him – I loved him to pieces – enjoyed three things in his life: playing the banjo, singing, and drinking beer. He drank beer like some people drink soda pop or ice tea. And for the most part, he could handle his alcohol. Later on in life, he decided he’d had enough and just stopped, cold turkey, and never looked back. But back in the day, when he was especially deep into his cups, he liked to get out the banjo and entertain all and sundry – with bluegrass and hymns being his favorite music of choice. The more beer he drank, the more boisterous his hymns and bluegrass songs would become.
This one particular day, when I was 7 or 8 years old, Grandpa Walker was really going at it with his hymns while Grandma Mooney ate a piece of cornbread. You may know, old-school cornbread was really dry and would fall apart when you ate it. Anyway, I got really carried away by grandfather’s music this day, and before you know it, I was howling like a dog on the front porch. Yeah, I was an ornery child. Like great-grandmother like great-granddaughter.
This tickled Grandma Mooney to the point of laughing her ass off, but as luck would have it, she started choking on her cornbread. I was so scared that I ran away for the rest of the afternoon. No way was I going to stick around to see what happened! All I know is Grandma Mooney was laughing and choking, so I did what any reasonable 7 or 8-year-old kid would do; I ran for the hills. Not my bravest moment, to be sure.
One thing was guaranteed. If she actually did die choking on cornbread, she would definitely come back to haunt me. And if she didn’t…
…she was definitely going to kick my ass.
Can’t blame you for fleeing the scene! They certainly sound like colorful characters, I must say.
They were. I miss them. I’ll try to write more about their life.
So as a 7-year-old you not only invented but also perfected the anti-Heimlich maneuver!
Speaking of Hank Azaria and Grandma Mooney’s special gift, have you ever seen “Dead Like Me”? It sounds like Grandma was in training for that gig. But if that were true, then she would have seen the gravelings there drying out the cornbread… :))
Dead Like Me was a great show! And I did stop howling after that incident, so at least there was that.
And I was so looking forward to a howling demonstration at some point! 😩
Nope, I’m on the wagon, thank you very much.
So, while you were running, did Grandpa Walker do the Heimlich maneuver?
Well, my Grandma Jimmie (who was Grandma Mooney’s daughter and Grandpa Walker’s wife), my parents, and my brother were there. Someone must’ve done something because she was with us for quite some time aftewards and I didn’t have to put killing my great-grandmother on the list to explain when I get to Hell. 😀
Good – one less thing 😈
Hey, every little bit helps at this point. 😀
Great stories! I love Grandma Mooney and I would enjoy the hootenanny your grandpa put on.
Thanks! Grandpa Walker was a card, that’s for sure. And so long as Grandma Mooney’s ire was directed at you, her orneriness was fun to watch.