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>I'm sorry, but this may off topic since it doesn't >involve spankings. but you asked about Heirlooms. > >My Momma and Aunt were raised in a very abusive >household but their Momma, (My granny) She herself was >a victim of a very brutal upbringing by her Father who >was a Hellfire and Brimstone Baptist Minister and her >Momma. There were five kids and Granny was the oldest >girl. Long story short, their Daddy would beat them >naked with belts or any reason whatsoever and would >whip then on the back butts and legs till they were >black and blue. Their Momma was almost as bad whipping >them with switches sometimes until she drew blood. > >Granny was forced into a marriage to an older man who >was a deacon in their church. She didn't really love >him but she did what she was supposed to do. He was >killed in a work related accident when My Momma was a >little girl and my Aunt was a baby. She never >remarried. She raised them alone and was super strict >with them and would sometimes whip them with switches >until she drew blood. Momma still has a couple of >scars on her butt and legs from those whippings. Momma >met and fell in love with Daddy when they were in >school He was sixteen and she was fifteen. Granny >forbade them to be together because Daddy was brought >up Methodist and not Baptist. She would whip hell out >of Momma for seeing him. After Daddy turned eighteen >he asked Momma to marry him. She said, yes. When she >told Granny she was getting married. Granny grabbed a >belt and made Momma undress, Momma told her, "if >you're gonna whip me Momma you'd better make it a good >one, because its the last one you'll ever give me. t >Then whipped her back and butt so bad she was she was >black and blue. Momma got dressed and went to her room >and started packing her suitcases. Aunt Cassie saw the >bruises and started crying and Momma told her I'm >leaving right now, Pack your bags I'm taking you with >me." My Aunt also started packing. As they started to >leave, Granny blocked the door with the belt in her >hand again. Momma told her to move or she'd knock her >on her ass. So Granny stepped aside and let them leave >telling them they were Whores and would burn in hell. >So they left and walked the five miles to Daddy's >parent's house. When they got there, Daddy's parents >took them in and took care of them. > >Momma loved them both but especially Grandpa Paul. She >called him Daddy Paul. He was one of the most >wonderful men I knew. I remember him so well he'd take >me on horseback rides and fishing and if I got into >any trouble he'd "fuss" at Momma telling her, "Now >little girl, don't you be spanking that baby. She's >little now but she'll learn." I remember a little >about Grandma, especially baking cookies for me when >we'd visit and this beautiful old music box she had. >She died of cancer when I was two. Grandpa Paul in >spite of losing the love of his life, was always very >upbeat and loving. He'd get that music box out and sit >me up on his lap and rock me while listening to it and >watching the little ballerina in it. Even though I was >a tomboy, I loved the ballerina. What we didn't know >is Grandpa was also sick and he hid that from us until >almost the end. He died in his own bed with Momma and >Daddy, My Uncle (Daddy's brother) with him. He had >everybody leave the room and had me come in to talk >with him. I crawled up in the bed with him and he >asked me to do him a big favor. He told me, "I'm about >to go to be with your Gramma and before I go, I've got >something I want you to keep for me." Then he had me >get the music box and wind it up. We watched the >dancer and he told me the story about how he bought >that when he and Grandma got married as a wedding >present He talked about her being named Sonya, which >is where my name came from. He told me, Marie talked >to me in a dream last night, and she told me she wants >you to take good care of this for her. Can you do that >for me Baby Girl?" I told him yes I'd take good care >of it. He put his arms around me and said, "Give me >some sugar baby." I kissed him he told me he loves me >and then he told me to run along and sent the grown >ups in. I told him I loved him too and kissed him >again. Then I walked out of the room with the music >box playing. The adults went back into his bedroom to >sit with him. Then a few minutes later I heard Momma >crying. She and I were both heartbroken. I've kept >that music box ever since. We have a room in the Attic >we call the Treasure Room. It's filled with toys and >our first Christmas Tree fully decorated. Grandma's >Music Box is on a table that came from Gramma and >Grandpa Paul's house in that room. I go up there and >wind it up to listen to it at least two or three times >a week.

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