it's funny what you remember

[velvetina]

my grandmother used to tell me stories of her odd litle adventures and for some reason this one popped into my head this evening




before she married, she worked as a maid in a big old house in the wilds of Northumberland. This was the 1920's. She had a pet fox & used to stay up all night dancing with my grandfather & her ambition was not to marry, but to be a cook...anyway, i digress...

she had to share her room with another girl. Although my grandmother wouldn't easily use the word, this girl was a lesbian & one night, she made a pass at my grandma BUT before my grandmother could turn her down a BAT flew thru' the open window and the girl, convinced it would tangle up in her hair, grew hysterical & tore down the bedroom curtains to wrap herself up in!

Her hysteria apparantly caused her to be TAKEN AWAY TO THE LOCAL ASYLUM!!! (coincidentally I worked there one summer)

Goodness me.

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[clarissasharp.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)]

Oh how I'd like to sit down with your grandmother and a big bottle of wine. ;)
Mine, being a God-fearing Nazarene, probably didn't have as many enticing tales as yours, (though she could tell some dust bowl stories) did have a creepy song she'd sing to me:
Alice where art thou going?
Upstairs to take a bath,
Her form was a like a toothpick,
Her head was like a tack.
She jumped into the bathtub
And turned the water on.
Oh my goodness, Oh my soul,
There goes Alice down that hole!

Yikes.

Baron von Fledermaus moments of regret

[(Anonymous)]

Baron von Fledermaus said that he suffers pangs of regret about flying through the open window of a Northumberland Big house and startling two young ladies. He was lost and only wanted to ask directions (well that's if you can believe that cad of a bat)