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Originally Posted by rod0
End my posts on a true story?
My mother was a beautiful woman; she was very tiny and stood only 4'9". She had the personality of a wild woman. And because of her size people tended to not take her seriously, which was a mistake. At an early age she learned to shoot pistols and rifles. My grandfather taught my mom to shoot; he was a half breed and was fond two things liquor and guns. She was a very good shot. Bear with me; I'm getting to the story, it’s much better with the background. When I was young we moved from Alaska to Arizona, we lived in a rented house, my mother was single at this time. One day my sisters 10 and 12 yrs older than myself, told me to, "go into the back yard and stick this stick down in that hole"...Well I did, and out came a huge tarantula. It scared me to death. I ran as fast as I could. While it chased me, jumping after me. My sisters were screaming and my mother, found herself trying to protect her baby. She reached into her purse and grabbed her pistol, I think she hit the tarantula, on the third shot. Ok now the story about the landlord: My mother was a waitress and we paid bills with her tips, we rolled coins each night. One day I was playing in the front yard; (I was probably 5 yrs old). My mother was on the side of the house, washing something. My sisters were in the house, where it was cool; my oldest sister was 8 months pregnant. All of a sudden the landlord showed up, he said "rod where is your mom"? I said she is on the side of the house. He said to my mother "Veneta, your late with your rent"...My mother said "I know" and I'm sorry, but the last two nights have been slow at the restaurant and my tips have suffered, just give me two more days and I'll have it for you". He said "I don't care, I want it now, or I'm turning off the swamp cooler" mom said "please don't I have a daughter inside, she is 8 months pregnant". The landlord went to get the ladder; my mom said "I'm asking you nicely not to turn off the air conditioning". He just ignored her, my mother said to me, "rod honey, go inside the house and get mommies purse". I came out with the purse; she reached inside, and said, "I'm warning you, if you touch it, I'm going to shoot you in the ***". As the landlord bent over to flip the switch, the pistol cracked, loudly with a huge bang. The landlord falls off the roof, and lands by my mother’s feet. She leans over and says to the landlord..."When the police get here, and they are coming, you’re going to tell them, I was showing you the gun as you were climbing the ladder and it accidently went off, because if you don't, I'll sneak into your house some night when you’re asleep and I'll kill you". As the police arrived, he told them my mother’s version of the story, and a couple of days later, he had his rent money.... That was my mom...I have many stories, some much worse, which I’m sure I couldn’t post here… As a young boy, I hated my mother. As I grew old, I knew somehow, she had done the best she could...Now as a old man I love her and can't wait to see her in heaven... Bless all. rod. |
