September 15, 2008
Meeting Great Great Gramma
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Davina, Freeport, Florida, 1997
One evening, in my old Florida trailer with only a space heater for heat in
the winter, I was sleeping soundly when I got a hard jab in the ribs and
heard a whispering voice say, "Check the heater!" I woke up and immediately
thought my husband had done it (ex husband now), but he was fast asleep on
the other side of the bed facing away from me. So, being familiar with
spirits as I am, I realized that's what it was, and I'd better listen.
I checked my heater, which seemed fine to me, so I lay back down and tried
to go back to sleep. Just as I closed my eyes I got another jab to the ribs
and heard, "Get up and check the cord!" No denying it this time, as I was
not even asleep when it happened, so I knew it was a spirit for sure and not
a dream. I got up and went back to the heater to check the cord and it's a
good thing I did because it had been chewed through and was burning an
orange, glowing hole through my carpet with little flames starting!
After taking care of that, I went back to bed with a heart felt thanks to
whoever had been watching over me and went to sleep. As I slept I dreamed of
the woman from which the voice had come. I didn't recognize her at all, but
she knew me. After our talk she insisted I give her a big hug and kiss
before I left. I really felt like she was my family somehow, but I just had
no idea who she was, she hadn't said, or I didn't remember her saying. Well,
the next day I remembered everything clear as a bell and decided to ask my
dad thinking maybe he'd know who she was since I didn't have a name and only
a description. He assumed maybe it was my Great Gramma Ruby who had cursed
me with the ruby nose that she was so proud of. This happened when I was an
infant visiting her on her death bed. But when he showed me a picture of
Gramma Ruby, it was clearly not her.
Weeks went by and it was not so much on my mind anymore. Then one day I went
to visit my dad, and on his dresser top was a stack of old photos and to my
total shock, the woman I had met was staring back at me from the top most
picture! I was so excited, I started saying, "That's
her!" My dad
said that he should have known by the rib poking. He happily explained that
this was my Great Gramma Ruby's mother, my Great Great Gramma Donnie, aka
Maggie Bell, who was a Cherokee Indian, who my dad had lived with along with
the rest of his family as a kid. They all lived in our old family house
which is over a 100 years old in Alabama, on what was once our family's
cotton and peanut farm, where we had an outhouse, a well, and no running
water up until 1995. It was my Great Gramma Ruby and her husband's house...
they lived there with their eight kids and Ruby's mother (Maggie bell).
When my gramma had my dad, she stayed there until my dad was about
three-years-old, when she married and moved out. Of course they still
visited, though, and my dad loved his Gramma Maggie Bell dearly, he said she
was so loving, humorous
and protective. Her love and devotion for
family was so strong that I guess she decided to stay around as our guardian
spirit. She is often around to warn me of things, or just there to comfort
me when I need someone. I am so glad to have the chance to know her even if
it was after her death.
