After my mother’s mom died, Grandma Greer (at that time Grandma Metz) moved into her son’s house to take care of the kids. Mom was only eight years old and Dale was a few years younger. Savoy at that time was a teen-ager. but wasn’t old enough to take care of the family. My Grandma Greer did what any grandmother would do and picked up the mantle of caring.
Her son, my grandfather Metz was a mean person. My mother told me later that she thought her mother had died after having a miscarriage because he wouldn’t take her to a doctor. I think he was older than my grandmother, although I am not sure about that. I just know that Mom said he was mean. She loved her brother Savoy because she said he had taken beatings that were meant for her. He drank heavily and the more he drank the meaner he became. I think my Grandma Greer knew the children were in jeopardy and for that reason she moved into the house to protect them from him.
For this reason, Mom loved her dearly. Mom left home when she was about thirteen and went to live with a family in Independence. She kept house for them, cooked, and took care of their children. This allowed her to continue her schooling at Montgomery County High School. This is a period in her life that she talked little about and I didn’t ask her questions like I wish I had. Now that she is gone, I wish I knew more about that time in her life.
Grandma Metz had three children, Jessie, Anna, and Walt. Her husband died and she married David Greer. She moved to Independence. I think Aunt Anna bought her a house there. I loved the house she lived in and we did spend a few weeks living with her after my parents’ automobile accident. (I will cover that in more detail in another blog.)
After David Greer died, Grandma Greer spent some time living with us on the farm across from Grandma Hudiburg. These two grandmas were kind of a bone of contention between Mom and Dad as you can imagine. They had both had their own homes and were used to doing things “their” way. Grandma Hudiburg spent quite a bit of time at our house. I loved both of these Grandmas and was really fortunate to have them in my life. I do remember one of them telling me that she used to like doing dishes with her mother. That was one job I did not like. My thought, although unspoken, was that she was so old she probably didn’t remember that. I wasn’t the sweetest little girl at that time….not bad, just sassy.
Grandma Greer taught me how to play Pitch. We played draw Pitch. I don’t remember whether it was four point or ten point. As I look back on it, she must have been desperate for someone to play cards with to attempt two-handed draw Pitch with me. I was smart enough, but I didn’t know the fine points of the game. She also taught me to play solitaire. The game of choice in my family was Pinochle.. Uncle Dayton and Aunt Bess would come over Sunday night for a game of Pinochle. The grown-ups played and the kids watched. Sometimes we would get to sit by someone and be their helper. Grandma was always very patient with us even though we slowed the game down a little bit. I loved being her helper.
Grandma Greer also taught me how to fish. There was a pond under a railroad trestle northwest of our house. I think it may have been on our property (actually the railroad easement) but I am not sure. I know we walked through the pasture to the pond. Kurt asked me if we walked down the railroad tracks. I don’t believe we did. Anyway we would take worms which we dug from the back yard and two cane poles. They had hooks, sinkers, and bobbers on them. We fished for whatever bit the worms. It seems to me that we caught mostly little perch. Grandma would clean and cook them and they were quite good. They had to be eaten with a slice of bread so if you got a bone, the bread would go around it and keep you from choking. Anyway that was what Grandma said.
I was very young at that time and believed whatever Grandma said. While we were fishing I would sometimes get bored and fidgety. She told me that if the tip of my pole got in the water, the fish would see it and know we were there and would not bite anymore. She also told ;me that if a turtle bit you, it wouldn’t let go until it thundered. Snakes, on the other hand, wouldn’t let go until the sun went down. I believed Grandma and did not mess with turtles or snakes. Now you might say that my Grandma lied to me. I don’t know that she did and I certainly have never tested out any of these Grandmaisms. I still stay my distance from snakes and have spent many afternoons shooting turtles.
I really don’t know how long Grandma Greer lived with us. I don’t recall her death or funeral I wish my memories of her were stronger. I do know she thought you couldn’t survive the day unless you started it with a “bowl of oats” . She was adamant about that and later we found that Walter was allergic to oats and was one of those people who shouldn’t start the day that way.
Grandma Greer was more easy going than Grandma Hudiburg. I loved them both even though they were different. i can’t remember Grandma Greer ever hugging me. I am sure she did.
I do recall one incident that happened while she was living with us. I have a vivid mind picture of it. My Grandpa Metz had come to visit. I was standing in the kitchen with Grandma. I even remember the pattern of the kitchen linoleum; It was gray, red, and black with a geometric pattern. I was just standing there listening to them talk. She said, “Walt why do you always have to be drinking when you come to see me”. I remember nothing else about the conversation. I just thought that was strange. I know I always thought my Grandpa Metz smelled funny, but I didn’t think much of it.
I remember Grandpa Metz’ death.. I don’t believe I attended his funeral which was in Wichita where he lived at the time. His wife whose name I think was Alvie spent all the money he had on his funeral service. He died outside a bar in Wichita where he had gotten into a fight with someone. He fell and hit his head on the curb and died. That’s all I know about his death.
I think at the time he died, Grandma Greer was already dead. I hope so. He had caused her enough grief in her lifetime. I really think Mother had written him off long before this. I guess you would say his death was Karma.