So that's where she gets it.
My parents are coming into town this weekend, and I was thinking back on the things that are at least somewhat unique about my kinfolks. Here are some items that I find interesting, let me know if you have similar tidbits from your kin:
My great-grandpa was a bootlegger. He supplied much of rural Oklahoma with booze during prohibition.
My grandpa raised bees. He was a beekeeper. To this day I have zero fear of any insect because there was basically always a swarm of something around.
A few great-greats back, a couple of men in my family were hung for stealing horses, but it was a false accusation that led to a murder cover-up and county scandal.
My Aunt is a very famous painter in Japan. For some reason, the Japanese love her art and she had been paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to teach classes there. She mostly paints flowers.
I had family on the trail of tears. Their name was Walker. I am not joking.
My grandma was voted best Waitress in my town years and years running. She would bring her tips home in a sock and that money was used to feed my dad and his brothers.
When my grandma was young, she would sneak out of her farmhouse to go dance with the British fighter pilots stationed at the air force base during WWII. Decades later she would teacher her granddaughter many of those moves including how to jitterbug.
My Uncle is very into being Native America and thought having a Wolf was big medicine so I have very real memories of playing with wolves growing up.
That same Uncle befriended a man who raised buffalo. My family was visiting the same time that they were harvesting the meat. I walked into this giant room and there were white shinning buffalo skulls everywhere. I can still remember that strange smell and the skulls appeared to glow they were so white. It is no wonder that Indians thought that the buffalos were a sacred and divine animal.
My mother was psychic when she was growing up. She remembers being able to sense whenever her house was about to have a visitor and knowing exactly who was going to be there. She also says that when I was little I could read her thoughts. She could think “Are you hungry” and I would respond. Or if she was thinking about something silly, I would often say a word related to whatever she was thinking. Too bad I grew outta that.