Last Friday we had a snake encounter. I smiled as my grandmother, mother, and sister came to mind. They had snake encounters, too.
Florrie and the snakes
My grandmother, Florrie THOMAS MARTIN (1894-1979) was the wife of a tenant farmer. They moved from farm to farm, sometimes only staying for one growing season at a time.
One swampy farm in the Northern Neck of Virginia had water moccasins hanging from the trees near the house. Florrie took a shotgun and shot them all, sometimes hitting two at a time there were so many of them. This story was always amazing to hear, but I already knew my grandma was a tough woman so it didn’t surprise me.