My Great~Grandma was a "kind~hearted" woman. Mom remembers fondly of the days when hobo's would come knocking at my grandma's back door. She would make them something to eat and give them a glass of tea. Mom was just a little girl at the time but she remembers watching from inside the house. Grandma would not let her come outside while they were there. She said Grandma would talk with them while they ate then they would hand back the dishes and they would be on there way.
My great~grandpa worked for the railroad and they lived near the tracks. There home still stands today in Purcell, Oklahoma though the barn is gone. Mom along with her brothers and cousins would play along the clear running creek that ran through the property. There was lots of woods behind the house.
Did you know that hobo's had signs that they would place in various areas to tell about the type of person that lived in the house or nearby area. If a woman in the are was known to serve you something to eat they would leave a sign on a tree or hidden area with a cat it stood for a kindhearted woman lives here and you can get something to eat. I'm almost certain there must have been a sign nearby that indicated that my great~grandma was one of the kind~hearted women. She was always known by her family to be in the kitchen cooking up something homemade. Her cobblers made from scratch were mouth~watering good.
Today there are still a lot of kind~hearted women who take the time to offer a simple gesture of kindness. I want to give credit to Frank Bielec for drawing this pattern for me. I have an idea or two sparked from this fun little rug.
Maybe you know someone that may have been a kind~hearted woman!
Happy Trails....Ginger
12 comments:
What a great story, Ginger. Sounds like something my paternal grandma would do!!! Your rug is cute!
I know you are a kindhearted women & am honored to know you & call you a friend. What a great story & rug. Thank you for sharing! :-)
Most of the hobo's had a code of ethics too! If they liked someone like the kind~hearted woman they left notice that she was to be protected. We lived near the tracks when we were growing up and it wasn't unusual to see them hopping in the cars headed out. Life was so different then!
That is so great, I loved that story. When I was a kid, there was war down in South America so we would get all kinds of people that my Mom fed. They slept in our barn too. They were always very sweet men.
I looked and looked for a sign that said the same thing and I never saw it either. I love that rug. I just started a book and the author thanks Frank Bielec and his wife in the forward. I thought of you.
I love your story, Ginger, and I agree with the other friends, you are a true kind hearted woman and we are lucky to be followers of your blog. :)
I love your rug, both the design and your hard work.
I must say my Mom is the most kind hearted woman I know and so was her Mom, my Bobby.
Hugs
Ma TK
Awesome story. I love to hear about this kind of stuff. Love the rug. It fits the tale perfectly!
Courtney
Ginger ~
What a great story!!! What a wonderful woman.
Your little kitty rug is just sweet, sweet, sweet.
Hugs :)
Lauren
My grandparents lived near the train tracks and my grandmother would feed anybody. My grandfather used to tell me about the hobo's marking houses that were kind. It's so cool to hear someone else tell that story.
Great story! Love your little rug - and I know you sure are a "kind-hearted woman!"
What a great little story - and the cat is perfect - almost looks like a chalk drawing on a chalk board the way you hooked it - adorable!!
Love your story and your rug!
That is a awesome story and sweet memories. I enjoyed it very much, thank you.
Blessings, Jaja
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