I’ve recently been writing about my paternal grandmother, Mettie Knight Swain, whose life I didn’t know nearly so much about as my mother’s family. I reached out to my cousins who were kind enough to send me pictures. I am grateful to receive these. Pictures can tell you so much more about a person than you’d expect. The man in the hat is my grandfather, Eddie Swain, Mettie’s husband. He died of a brain tumor at the age of forty-two. The family picture is one of the earliest I’ve found with Eddie and Mettie Swain and their three children, Geneva, standing left, Parnell, and Edward in Mettie’s lap. They had four more, Bill, Bessie, Esther, and Ola Bea. This photo would have probably been made about 1922.
The next photo was probably made when Mettie was in her fifties. The next shows a light-hearted side of her I never knew, seeing her pose as a pin-up girl. I do remember coming in from play to see her laughing with her daughters. There were forty of us grandchildren. I can well-imagine they were glad to shoo us out when we all came flocking in at once for a drink of water. It must have been a mad-house! The woman in the car is my aunt Julie. I am not sure about the boy behind her.
Maw Maw always wore crisply-ironed, cotton dresses and smelled liked baby powder. She had the most beautiful silver hair and shockingly blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She used words I don’t hear any more, “ary” mean any, and “nary” meaning none. She pronounced my name Linder instead of Linda, but I knew better than to correct her. I am grateful to my cousins Allen Lee and Rick Compton for providing this photos.
Isn’t Mette a Scandinavian name? Bright blue eyes could also suggest Scandinavian origins. Great that you are able to find out so much about her.
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She really didn’t know a lot about her family, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Lot’s of us are tall with blue eyes. Lots of blondes, too!
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I looked it up – Scandinavian diminutive of Margaret, mostly Danish or Norwegian.
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Didn’t know that. Thanks so much.
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I love the old photos and the tales that go with them, especially yours Linda! I love the fact that both sides of your family are mad!
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I do too.
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Windows to the soul and the spirit!
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So glad I didn’t go to jail.
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I’ve never heard the word, “ary” but I have heard “nary a one!’ Your Maw Maw looks a real character.
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Right!
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You’re so right, those old photos are treasures. 💕
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I loved them.
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Beth,
I loved to read about your Maw-Maw- wonder why she called you Linder instead of Linda. Was she like German ?
I liked her poses and think she was a woman of spirit. Was she a housewife or did she pursue some occupation ?
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She was raised in the rural South. That was a colloquial pronunciation at the time. I don’t think she ever got to go to school after age 9. Read Trial by Fire, link below, and then Hard Times. You will learn a lot more about her. She was a tough cookie, and an amazing woman. She and her children went hungry a lot. My dad said many times the kids just went out and worked for their meals that day, or their meals and whatever the farmer could give them like beans, corn, tomatoes, a share a the crop. It was the depression. Everyone was in trouble. Will be posting often. Just starting on my dad’s stories.
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“Crisply-ironed, cotton dresses and smelled liked baby powder” … you just gave those photos a heart beat by describing your Maw Maw like that. This was a beautiful piece to read! 🙂
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Thanks. Did you read what happened to me yesterday in Too Good to Be True? I think it’s your kind of story.
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No I didn’t! I’m on my way there now to have a look now you’ve said that!
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meet my family
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Loved it! I just commented on it! 🙂
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Ooh … Ill do that right now! 🙂
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Thanks so much. The interesting part was, she had so many grandchildren, she was only vaguely interested in us. She was kind, but not deeply involved. I did love the fact that she did not want Daddy whipping us. She told the best ghost stories in the world because she believed them. I am going to send you a link.
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