1973 a lucky year for some, not so good for others... The fear of the number 13 (known as Triskaidekaphobia) has plagued people the world over from as long as it has existed...
Our wee girl has never had a problem with it -- she had ancestors that were Native Indians and more than few that were known as Medicine People, involved in Rituals -- the common White Witches as well as Wicca, Paganism and Celtic origins.
A hodge-podge of religions, beliefs and all that makes her who she is today.
At the end of the day, she wanted PEACE everywhere in the world, was disgusted by War, Violence and in particular Extremism...
In the short 7-year periods her story rolls off here, she had experienced one extremist person close up... Her maternal grand-mother, who everyone insisted she kissed upon meeting her without fail, would utter strange words as she was being kissed: "Judas!" followed by a shove.
Our wee girl ended up on her behind time and again, complaining to all around who would listen, to no avail.
The woman was simply horrible. Verbally, physically and mentally.
Dare to listen to your home-room teacher and wash your face at lunchtime, which you spend home for about an hour, and you'd be told off that you were a WHORE!
By the time 1973 arrived, multiple times this word would be thrown in the face of our wee girl. One thing our wee girl is satisfied of having experienced this strange woman -- was the make-up that was used daily.
Gramps used to say that it was applied with a trowel -- this base rendered her face a ghostly white, then he would use this phrase for the rouge -- applied with spray-painter -- it was rouge (bright red) indeed... complemented with the same outrageous colour added to the lips which showed up as an inverted smiling line.
And you wonder why our wee girl has a deep-seated hatred of both Clowns and Make-Up to this day.
Even though the abuse was relentless, our wee girl had pity for a woman who was addicted to Codeine. How many times did we discover empty bottles of 200 Aspirin with Codeine stashed around her bedroom.
When your average dosage was 1 to 2 tablets every four hours -- you do the Math??? A 200 pills bottle used up in four to eight hours...
The result of this unchecked addiction? An expected death in May which brings us to the third Funeral witnessed by our wee girl. Her world would be shaken up violently after 5 May 1973 rolled by and the Grand-Mother who hated her so much passed away.
The memory of the night in the car, seated in the front between her parents, just 13 years old and witnessing her beloved father driving with one hand and the other holding a bucket under her Grand-Mother's head as blood poured from all orifices. Dark, black and putrid.
Needless to say, it was horrific. The Grand-Mother went into a coma, machines were drawing every liquid out of her body with a sea of tubes. No wonder years later, our wee girl can watch horror films and not be affected. Her attitude is usually: "been there, saw that!"
One thing that both our wee girl and her father had a good time, yes, I know, kind of creepy, but read on... The eldest daughter would have been celebrating her birthday the day Grand-Mother decided to depart. For once in her life, our wee girl and her father were happy to see how badly the wee girl felt as everyone of her birthdays were ignored and being told: "Easter is more important than you!"
Papa never approved and always took care of making a few extra days happy before and after his wee girl's birthday... Gramps always helped as well...
A few months later, things had quieted down, the abuse had completely gone from our wee girl's life and lo-and-behold September arrived.
The time in life when every wee girls become woman -- long-story short, a new abuse arrived, courtesy of her Mother. Youch!
As women, we know how wonderful it is, if we have been blessed with the luck of having a child, that the 9-months of gestation brings on an anticipation of celebrations on an impressive scale. No, she did not become pregnant, but a 9 month period from recovery to total breakdown.
Sadly, our wee girl, who had suffered enough already with dead cold bodies, dreams of a beautiful wedding someday dashed and looking forward to being a woman to experienced a wonderful life, would experience the ultimate heartbreaking end of seven horrible years.... Conclusion coming soon...