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Tuesday - Step on a Sapling
Jul. 31st, 2007 02:50 pmToday on my drive into work, I was thinking about my husband's grandmother, Violet, and how I'd never met a person before Jeff who came out and admitted that his sweet little old granny was kind of a slut in her younger days.
In the South, especially, the only thing more sacred and virginal than a mother is a grandmother. I'm not quite sure how this came to be the case, considering that in order to become a mother, one assumes a woman has gained some experience in worldly things. But people have a way of acting like their mothers and grandmothers are as pure as the driven snow, no matter how unlikely the case this may be. I can promise that both of my own grandmothers were morally impeccable, or so I've been told. My husband's Louisiana hellion of a granny just happened to be the exception to the rule.
( Wild Magnolia )
In the South, especially, the only thing more sacred and virginal than a mother is a grandmother. I'm not quite sure how this came to be the case, considering that in order to become a mother, one assumes a woman has gained some experience in worldly things. But people have a way of acting like their mothers and grandmothers are as pure as the driven snow, no matter how unlikely the case this may be. I can promise that both of my own grandmothers were morally impeccable, or so I've been told. My husband's Louisiana hellion of a granny just happened to be the exception to the rule.
( Wild Magnolia )
