My Courageous Grandmother

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My Courageous Grandmother A courageous person does not have to be a lion tamer or a fire fighter. A courageous person can be a mother, a neighbor, or even a stranger. Courage can be defined by many words, or even by actions. Courage, to me, means that you have the heart to stand up against adversaries of any kind. I know a true woman of courage: Grandma Laurie who fought against the adversary that was her father. To most people, Laurie is a short, bright eyed woman with red hair, who can make anyone laugh. Most people do not know the trials she faced growing up in the backwoods of West Virginia in the 1940s. In those days, things were a lot different than they are now. Kids would wake up and pick the vegetables from the fields, feed the animals around the farm, and do work around the house. Grandma Laurie had to work hard from sun up to sun down, from the age of three years old. She had rough hands and lingering scars from pulling barrels of hay through the pastures. Not only did Grandma Laurie have to work hard all day, she had the biggest adversary of all: her father. Howard was a short, dark haired man with dirty clothes and rough farm hands. His deep, dark, and broody eyes showed that there were secrets within. The secret: he was a mean, drunk of a man who was mean to his wife and kids. Grandma Laurie would hide her brothers and sisters from him down in the basement, a dark and dingy cramped room. There, she would lay them on blankets made of sheep wool and tell them to keep quiet. Then she would go upstairs and face her father’s whip, so he wouldn’t hurt her siblings. When Grandma Laurie was around sixteen years old her father Howard was going after her mother with a bat. He was always looking to hurt someone when he was drinking. Grandma Laurie snuck up behind him with a frying pan and hit him over the head. This action saved her mother

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