As most of you know when a relative dies and they have no will, their possessions are divided equally amongst the family. My grandmother had passed of cancer when I was two years old. I don't remember much of the time we spent together, but from what I've heard she had a short and very troubled life. Which leads me to my conclusion today.
My grandmother was succeeded by 9 children, including my mother. Her assets were sorted through and given away. My mother receded at first from accepting anything. I think it was still to much strain for her, what with caring for during her illness. So not many things were accepted on her behalf.
A few years had passed and I was nearly six years old. My aunt was sorting through the assets she accumulated and was asking my mother if she would like to have them. She finally gave in and accepted those things. My sisters and I were extatic. When the things arrived we all rummaged through them and my mother let us each keep one thing for ourselves. Being young one thing particularly caught my eye. It was an old light blue telephone that I remembered playing with often. I was extremely excited. I took the phone to my room and played with it all day long. The rest of the evening proceeded as normal, dinner, bath time, and bed time shortly after.
I still shared a room with one of my sisters then. We jumped in our bunk beds and began to relax. The phone still sat on my play stand with some other toys. I had finally fallen to sleep when a loud bleating noise pierced my ears. I woke with a start to see where it was coming from. My sister also heard the noise and was already on her feet. She didn't seem that worried when she began to look for the source of the noise, still partially asleep.
She crossed the room and picked up my play phone that was ringing! Mind you this phone had no chord and we didn't have a phone jack in our room. She answered the phone calmly. I guess it didn't register in her mind that the phone was a fake. She picked up the receiver and said hello. I didn't hear the initial phrase but she immediately started to scream for my mother. She dropped the phone to the floor and grabbed me off the top bunk and held me as tight as she could. I finally understood why. The voice on the phone kept speaking. The voice on the other end was my grandmother's, but it wasn't her demeanor. The voice was ill tempered and seemed violent. All it kept repeating was "hello girls" *laugh* "I'm here girls" *laughing menacingly...*
It kept up the laughing even after my mother bolted through the door. She took one look at the situation and immediately hung up the phone. She tried her best to calm us. By this time every one was in the room asking what happened. All we could say was grandma's here. To which my mother replied that was not your grandma!
Needless to say the next day my toy was destroyed. I'm not sure to this day if it was her or not, but I do believe that my grandma is suffering somewhere due to the horrible events in her life and leading up to her death. Many more events occurred after this but, those are not my stories to tell. I just pray she finds relief somehow. Rest in peace Anna Mae Jackson