tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826101215822428783.post2850304714318239437..comments2024-02-24T19:42:39.876+05:30Comments on Bill the Butcher: My Grandmother and the Evil EyeBill the Butcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436195659154078021noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826101215822428783.post-47864921768747074272011-07-06T22:34:35.878+05:302011-07-06T22:34:35.878+05:30No, it was my mom who chased me with a brass spoon...No, it was my mom who chased me with a brass spoon. <br /><br />I'd like to read of your grandmother, Will. The difference is mine wasn't really religious at all; she just couldn't break away from her childhood programming.Bill the Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08436195659154078021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826101215822428783.post-31871788660568111062011-07-06T22:13:36.439+05:302011-07-06T22:13:36.439+05:30Bill, I wrote a piece about my grandmother (it'...Bill, I wrote a piece about my grandmother (it's no longer online, but I'll share it with you if you like) - she was a Fundie moonbat who lived in the hinterlands of Virginia and went to a church where the parishioners climbed the stovepipes, rolled in the aisles, drooled and gibbered uncontrollably ('speaking in tongues' is what they call it.)<br /><br />She believed in the 'evil eye', also.<br /><br />There are a lot of Hooterville-dwelling superstitious Christ-worshipers in the back-country of rural America who believe in 'the touch' and other likeminded-voodoo.<br /><br />In retrospect, your grandmother and mine probably had more in common than not.<br /><br />Did she chase you with a rolling pin, also?astranavigohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11182458764131811634noreply@blogger.com