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That's my Dad standing proudly with his Mother. She loved me dearly as most Grandma's do. She cooked me as many eggs as I wanted until I never wanted to see another egg for years! She held me close to her bosom which was nice and soft. She didn't have any teeth or if she did they were in a cup somewhere. Grandma Tillie worked hard on the farm with G-pa Emil.... I recall vividly stepping in chicken doo and feeling the sensation ooze between my toes. Eeewww.. Chickens everywhere. And cows, because they milked a herd for the Bowman Dairy Folks in Madison, Wisconsin. The farm was at the edge of the Arboretum (University protected wooded area) which is now a neighborhood. The old rusty milkcans and big workhorses that scared me little size I was. (age 4). The horses were used to toil the fields. I tell you I disliked the outhouse thingy... Nasty, dark, and far from the house. Actually had to use the old Sears Catalog to wipe the hiney. Even at my young age I knew how to scrunch that paper over and over to soften it up. I never did see any corn cobs in there as the old tale goes. No pun intended. Grandma had many Grandchildren but I think I was her favorite because Dad was her baby. She had him after the doctors told her she would never be able to have children again. That is after she fell off a hay wagon onto a pitch fork that literally stabbed her through her private parts and belly. No lie!
Well into her forties she popped another one out named Joe... and here we are today. The point of my story runs deep. So prepare for a spiritual tale of truth beyond.
I always kept my Grandparents picture up on my bedroom wall. I was 18 and planning to marry like many young girls in the 60's. One night in a peaceful sleep I thought I dreamed I saw them sitting on a ledge high above my bed. They were dangling their feet and starring at me. Warning me and I knew it but didn't know about what..And the next morning the picture was on the floor. I married that boy who turned out to be very abusive and at present resides in a nursing home from alcohol dementia and has since he was 54. I left him after two children and allot of pain. I didn't connect my G-parents and the warning until years later. I was in my 40's and going to marry again. One day their picture just flew off the wall onto my bed. Of course I thought it strange but figured it was a lose nail. (I had a lose nail for not getting it!) I made a new nailhole and rehung the picture. I few days later it flew off the wall once more.... I married again and that man is on his 6th DUI. Of course the marriage only lasted one year....actually four days. Once he made the conquest he was at the bars. Imagine that and imagine the grief I experienced. My Grandma tried to warn me twice in my life, maybe more that I missed and God forbid if she had to suffer and watch me not heed her loving nudges. Later in my 50's she came to me and spoke. I have the ability to hear from the dead but not perfected. Not like that guy on TV for sure. But I have some psychic senses I got from my Dad. And now my daughter has even stronger senses. One day I was at my computer and I smelled her, my Grandma that is. She told me she never had much in life and how proud she is of me and that I could do even more than I ever thought I could. She told me how hard it is for spirits (them) to come back here to visit. Its like leaving a peaceful clean lake and walking into mud and unclean thickness. And it smells bad. That is the dimension of the earth vs the good spirit place. But she did it to see me and tell me many good things. When I smelled her it took me back to the farm and to her making butter from the cream she would skim off the top of the huge milk separator. She would smell like cheese from doing that so much, or from not having running water, who knows. I could taste Grandma Tillie's big round sugar cookies with a raison in the center. Made with pure lard! I could feel her soft breasts when she hugged me close. I could feel her defending me if I got into trouble. When she was around no parents messed with me for sure. I liked that and wish she were still here to defend me in life. She tried to save me from two evils and I couldn't hear her. The other day driving I heard a voice from beyond. My first thought was it was Grandma Tillie, but then I heard in a spirit way it was Betty. Betty? My phone rang within a minute of the voice and it was Hospice calling. My Hospice Patient that I volunteer for was in the unit and not doing well. Her deceased best friend is Betty.
I always kept my Grandparents picture up on my bedroom wall. I was 18 and planning to marry like many young girls in the 60's. One night in a peaceful sleep I thought I dreamed I saw them sitting on a ledge high above my bed. They were dangling their feet and starring at me. Warning me and I knew it but didn't know about what..And the next morning the picture was on the floor. I married that boy who turned out to be very abusive and at present resides in a nursing home from alcohol dementia and has since he was 54. I left him after two children and allot of pain. I didn't connect my G-parents and the warning until years later. I was in my 40's and going to marry again. One day their picture just flew off the wall onto my bed. Of course I thought it strange but figured it was a lose nail. (I had a lose nail for not getting it!) I made a new nailhole and rehung the picture. I few days later it flew off the wall once more.... I married again and that man is on his 6th DUI. Of course the marriage only lasted one year....actually four days. Once he made the conquest he was at the bars. Imagine that and imagine the grief I experienced. My Grandma tried to warn me twice in my life, maybe more that I missed and God forbid if she had to suffer and watch me not heed her loving nudges. Later in my 50's she came to me and spoke. I have the ability to hear from the dead but not perfected. Not like that guy on TV for sure. But I have some psychic senses I got from my Dad. And now my daughter has even stronger senses. One day I was at my computer and I smelled her, my Grandma that is. She told me she never had much in life and how proud she is of me and that I could do even more than I ever thought I could. She told me how hard it is for spirits (them) to come back here to visit. Its like leaving a peaceful clean lake and walking into mud and unclean thickness. And it smells bad. That is the dimension of the earth vs the good spirit place. But she did it to see me and tell me many good things. When I smelled her it took me back to the farm and to her making butter from the cream she would skim off the top of the huge milk separator. She would smell like cheese from doing that so much, or from not having running water, who knows. I could taste Grandma Tillie's big round sugar cookies with a raison in the center. Made with pure lard! I could feel her soft breasts when she hugged me close. I could feel her defending me if I got into trouble. When she was around no parents messed with me for sure. I liked that and wish she were still here to defend me in life. She tried to save me from two evils and I couldn't hear her. The other day driving I heard a voice from beyond. My first thought was it was Grandma Tillie, but then I heard in a spirit way it was Betty. Betty? My phone rang within a minute of the voice and it was Hospice calling. My Hospice Patient that I volunteer for was in the unit and not doing well. Her deceased best friend is Betty.
Grandma only comes to warn, except for the one visit. Or maybe I missed that warning too.. duh. I packed the picture when I moved and forgot about it as my space is much smaller. I remembered it the other day when I heard the voice. I shall go to the home farm and get it out of the "grainery" and hang it back up in my bedroom. I shouldn't ever want my G-babies to forget me either. I love you forever Grandma!......Diane
