MATRIARCH! SAYS WHO?

 

 

Hello readers, this is Connie Palmer writing the blog this month, and I’ve got a gripe a lot of folks won’t agree with, but I don’t care.  I want to know when did I become a matriarch.  According to some of my relatives that’s what I am, the family matriarch, and I don’t like it.

 I want to know where it is written that the oldest woman in a family all of a sudden becomes a “matriarch”.  What does that mean anyway?  I guess since I managed to live to be in my sixties all of a sudden everyone can come dump their problems on me?

 Oh, I guess it’s suppose to be an honor being the one who has lived so long that people come to you for your advice and wisdom.  Really?  Age and wisdom in America are hardly respected, especially when it comes to women.

 I don’t mind my four kids calling me once in a while to ask for some advice or to see what I might think about something, I call that mothering.  But all of a sudden some of my cousins are calling and telling me their problems under the guise of this matriarch mess.  Hell!  I haven’t seen some of these people in so long I don’t remember what they look like, and all of a sudden I’m the head of the extended family?  I didn’t run for that office and nobody elected me.

I’ve always been a person who minded my own business, and I expect others to do the same.  I’m not comfortable advising others about what they should do in their lives.  If my advice blows up in their faces, guess who gets the blame.  Uh huh, you guessed it—me.

I can’t do anything about my age, and I don’t want to.  I’m glad that I’m still around.  I’ve found peace in my life now and I don’t want it disturbed by being a “matriarch.’ No thank you. No matriarch for me.

 

 

TWO CINDERELLA STORIES

     Remember the fairytale story of Cinderella?  The poor girl was forced to do all the work in her home while her ugly step sisters went with their mother to the ball in hopes of being chosen as a wife for the prince?

     Fast forward to the year 2014 where the story of a real-life Cinderella unfolds.  A Welsh woman is suing her seventy-five year old parents for a portion of their £7million estate.  She claims, sort of like Cinderella before her that for twenty-five years she worked extremely long hours on the family dairy farm while her siblings went out and enjoyed themselves dancing. 

     According to news reports, the forty-five year old woman claims that as a teen she had to stay and work on the farm while her two sisters went to the Young Farmers’ Club dances.   She says that over the years she says she was told by her parents “You’ll have the whole dam lot one day.”  

     Her parents counter that their daughter received room and board and a fair wage.  They also said they had put her through agriculture school because she said she wanted to stay on the farm.

     Honestly, it would be hard to walk away from any portion of £7milion. (I don’t know what that is in dollars but it sounds like a lot.) But, I wonder, is the estate really “family” money?  Doesn’t it belong to the parents to give, loose, throw away as they choose?  Could the daughter have (gasp) saved up for her own small farm instead of waiting on the parents to die?  On second thought, I guess not since she’s suing for her portion now.

     Meanwhile, on “this side of the pond” we have the New Jersey Cinderella who doesn’t have to contend with ugly step sisters.  Instead she sounds like she could be one, stomping her feet and demanding she be supported in the manner in which she wants to be accustom.  At the legal age of 18 years old, she wants to set her own rules just as an adult can, but be supported as a minor. She feels she is owed the money for her room and board, weekly child support of, and her remaining high school tuition.  Oh, and of course, college tuition. 

     My question is when are our children going to learn self-reliance, respect for their parents, and pride in their own accomplishments?  To me, the obvious answer is--when we teach them.

     At the close of the New Jersey Cinderella case, the judge asked, “Do we want to establish a precedent where parents live in basic fear of establishing rules of the house?”  

     Well, do we?

This is Bea Bell, signing off.

COMING ALONG

Whose Knife is it Anyway? the next installment of the Grandmothers, Incorporated series by Evans and Rhodes is coming along.  While doing some research on the book they found out the most amazing thing.  In some states in the U.S.A. it doesn’t take much to get a license to become a Private Investigator. Isn’t that scary?   Can you imagine one of us ladies of Grandmothers, Incorporated—or even worse—all of us ladies—walking around with legitimate credentials to do something we’re only marginally qualified to do in the first place?  O.K., perhaps the word marginally might be stretching it, and qualified might be questionable, but our readers understand.

Anyway, the point is that with webcams, security cameras, GPS tracking and such, snooping might not be as difficult as it appears.  Everybody’s doing it.  We just prefer to do our snooping legitimately. 

Another reality is that everybody in this country knows how easy it can be to get a gun—and it didn’t take any research at all for this one.  So let’s see, the equation looks like this:  Easy access to a Private Investigators License + Easy Weapon Purchase = a possible crazy person running around with a legal right to hunt anybody down.

Oh my!  Sounds like a good premise for a book.  Whose Knife is it Anway? is coming along.

ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER STORY

We don't have much to say in this post--the title of the post says it all.  Our creators are busy putting us in another adventure.  It seems that we're going to go on a bus trip with a bunch of our friends (and enemies) to work out a couple of problems.   As you can imagine, more problems may be created than solved. Something mysterious happens during this journey and---

We've said enough, except that the title of the book will be Whose Knife is it Anyway?  We'll keep you posted.

LET'S PLAY CATCH UP

Like we said last month, the ladies of Grandmothers, Incorporated are back, and in the year since our creators, L. Barnett Evans and C.V. Rhodes, tried to get serious by writing another blog titled We Write Book Reviews, a whole lot has happened.  Let's play catch up.

Bea Bell, Connie Palmer, and me, Hattie Collier, went to Las Vegas in Evans and Rhodes' second book, Saving Sin City.  Oh, and of course my mother-in-law, Miss Fanny, just had to tag along.  There have been a lot of false and malicious rumors going around about that trip, but I'd advise you not to listen to them.  Yes, it is true that I spent a little time in the slammer while I was there, but I was an innocent victim of circumstance.  But folks have it all wrong about the police "tossing" me out of town.  They simply escorted my friends and me to a private plane that they provided for us and we flew out of that devilish place with our dignity intact.  The good Lord knows that all I was trying to do in that godless city was save some souls for Jesus, but my efforts were not appreciated, even though I personally helped the authorities solve a major crime.  I'm still praying hard for those devils that trespassed against me.  I hold no malice in my heart.  Other than that I'll say no more about our time in Sin City, especially since Bea, Connie, Miss Fanny and me are under a gag order.  So that's that!

After Las Vegas, my friends and I took a long awaited vacation to Carmel, California.  It was a trip that we had been dreaming about since we were younger women.  As usual Miss Fanny had to horn in, and to make matters worse she brought one of her creepy friends along named Zelda Chambers.  I kept telling Bea and Connie that there was something wrong with that woman, but they didn't believe me until the truth couldn't be denied.  We told Evans and Rhodes every detail about that misadventure and they wrote their third book in the Grandmothers, Incorporated series about it titled There's Something Wrong with Miss Zelda.  They even managed to make the story as funny as the other two books they wrote about us.  I tell you, those two women are brilliant!

WHAT A WASTE TO LOSE ONE’S MIND

 

I’m Bea Bell and me, my friends Connie Palmer and Hattie Collier, and my mother-in-law Fanny Collier, were remembering some of the language dyslexia of one of our former politicians.  One verbal fumble was when he tried to quote the slogan of the United Negro College Fund.  He said, “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.”  We laughed but then we thought that maybe he didn’t have it all wrong. 

A year or so ago we discontinued our blog because as fictional characters we had to bow to the wishes of our creators, authors L. Barnett Evans and C. V. Rhodes.  They wanted to create a serious blog entitled We Write Book Reviews.  The idea was that they would review novels in which the characters were at least 40 years old or older.  Finding books within that criterion proved to be harder than they thought.

You don’t have to be amateur sleuth like the three of us to discover that we still have a following and maybe our blog should have continued.  Believe me, after all these months of silence, you bet we have plenty to say.  We have accepted an apology from Evans and Rhodes, who apparently lost their minds, and will pick up our blog from where we left off. 

Take heart you readers that still have a sense of humor, you readers who have discovered that most people don’t have the sense God gave a goose, and you readers who are disgruntled with the supposed intelligence of those that run industry and the government.  We are here to speak our minds.  After all a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

The ladies of Grandmothers, Incorporated are back.

 

AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS

Hi there!  We’re authors L. Barnett Evans and C. V. Rhodes and the characters from our books GRANDMOTHERS, INCORPORATED and SAVING SIN CITY have been generous enough to let us write the final blog post for Mini Musings.

On this blog our ladies were encouraged to express themselves quite freely and believe me, they have.  The old broads have had their say for a year with 52 posts and if you’ve paid attention to them, they have complained about everything imaginable, including: politics, child rearing, religious attitudes, the lack of customer service and the joy of cursing.  Well, we are giving the adventurous sleuths a rest and retiring their blog for a while.

Instead, Evans and Rhodes will be blogging about the thing we enjoy most—books.  Our blog, WE WRITE BOOK REVIEWS, will be devoted to reviewing new—and some not so new—book titles with the object of giving you an insight on what’s hot and what’s not.

We will be launching our blog on June 13, 2012, so if you’re trying to get a perspective on a book or have a book you would like to have reviewed, please join us at www.wewritebookreviews.blogspot.com.

Until then we want you to Muse On!