In the thinning mode,
trying to clean and sort,
making life easier.
I've discovered things I had forgotten
and memories I will never forget.
A picture of me, Mom and Granny Pruett
and my first New Testament.
I noticed in this picture,
we all have a spot of purple.
The love of purple
must run in my veins.
Granny Pruett, Mom's Mom, was a midwife. We found her midwife's license in The Box I showed in an earlier post.
There was also a letter from what is now the state health department. At that time it was against the law for fathers' names to be on the birth certificate if you were not married.
Granny, who took it upon herself to add the father's name when completing a birth certificate, was being reprimanded by the aforementioned department. Although they were confident that she was in a position to know the father of each child born in the community, she must cease and desist supplying those names or they would recall her license.
God, I loved that women! Way to go, Granny!
