I pulled over into this church parking lot. I was shaking so badly! I called 911 and let them know that a bad wreck had just happened. I walked down to check on everyone. Believe it or not, they were both pretty banged up but was going to make it. I waited to give my statement to the police and after I was finished, I was told that I could go. I was SUCH a mess that as I’m walking to my car, I tripped on my own two feet(smh)and busted my bootie in front of about 60 people! Not counting ALL the vehicles that were stuck in the traffic waiting for the wreck to be cleared. It takes quite a lot for me to get embarrassed. A lot! I was embarrassed to say the least. Lol! All the rescue workers came running to me. I was all bleeding and stuff. Felt like such an idiot! After I finally made it back to my car, I just sat there for a few minutes. I was grateful that I wasn’t in that awful wreck and prayed that the people who was in it would be ok.
Well, I am the oldest grandchild of a man I’ve been told was both very charismatic and rather mean man who had a bit of a reputation as a less than honorable scoundrel. He died back in the seventies when I was a young teenager. I remember that after he died, there was a big family uproar over where my grandfather had hidden his “money sock” before he died. This so-called money sick was actually a large, locked cigar box purported to contain a large sum of money (in the half-million dollar range) that supposedly everyone knew about but no one knew where he would have stashed it.
Some felt he’d buried it on the property (he owned around 160 acres of mostly rocky scrub land with clay hills, impenetrable forest and rocky ravines. He was able to farm about half of it for a living). During the debate, some interesting facts emerged that I never knew. The first surprise was when my aunts and uncles discussed their vague memories as children of bonfires in the woods in the middle of the night. It turns out that they were remembering rallies, cross burnings and lynchings by the K K K in the back field (out of sight of prying eyes) and that my grandfather had served as the grand dragon of the state in which he lived.
They said he was easy to recognize because he stood a head and shoulders over everyone else and he was proud of his position and did not wear the hood like most everyone else. The kids were threatened with a serious “whoopin” if they told anyone about their Daddy’s “parties.” Another secret that came out was that even though my grandmother was his legal wife, the nature of their relationship was more of a master-slave type arrangement. She was Please leave a writing thing I usually copy and paste that way have to stop you know I didn’t have the full account data.
To cut things short, I ended up on vacation at my sister’s home, 120 miles from home when things got really bad. I was sent home by emergency transport where my doc was waiting for me and after surgery, the surgeon told my doc when he opened me, there was quite a mess inside. The infection had leaked after my appendix perforated and scar tissue was already forming and had enclosed my right ovary against my abdominal wall. The ovary would have to come out, and soon. During the ‘90s, I had a debacle with my appendix. I would visit the ER every month with excruciating pain and after examination and tests, they would send me home with the diagnosis of “female problems”. My family doctor spoke to a few surgeons and told them he just knew it was my appendix, would they please take a look around? They all refused.
I bet I drove 30 mph on the way home. Every time a car would come in the opposite lane, I would be so scared. It really did a number on me for a little while. I have been in quite a few wrecks before. They’ve always shaken me up but this one really bothered me for some reason. When I worked for the 2000 Census, I interviewed a woman with some issues. She would not let me into her apartment. She simply told me her name, her age and her race. Then, for the rest of the time I was interviewing people in the building, I heard her having a loud conversation with someone I was pretty sure wasn’t there.