09/04/2026
Throwback Thursday.
Our family history is filled with tough country boys that liked to drink, fight, philander, and many died young.
Saltydad and all of his siblings gleefully told numerous stories about their daddy’s and uncle’s machismo. Many unbelievably harrowing tales.
But they worshipped the toughest person in the family, their grandmother. Every gathering involved stories about her. Things like when she beat a man to a pulp with a broomstick, or when she whooped a teenager that bullied young Saltydad on the bus, she re-shingling her chicken coop in her 80’s because she got tired of waiting on help.
She was widowed at 41 with 8 crazy kids (still pregnant with my Pa when her husband passed). He died under a doctor’s knife on her kitchen table as she and her eldest boys held lanterns for the doctor to operate.
She was left to run a struggling family store and to raise her kids in a collapsed mining town before there was any form of government assistance.
He oldest son robbed her and ran away forever; broke, she had to close their business. She sent her kids to work in the iron mines to help make ends meet while she laundered clothes, sold eggs and boarded guests in her home.
At the start of World War 1, all of her oldest sons left to fight as she mothered the younger kids at home alone. Her middle son was killed in Roanoke at age 25 (that’s a crazy story).
Her youngest son (my Pa) ran away at 17, returning many years later before leaving for World War II.
She raised multiple grandkids as her own.
She suffered a stroke late in life and lived bed ridden with Saltydad’s family for a decade.
Every story told was filled with adoration and admiration for an amazingly resilient lady. When asked about her, most just said she was “strong” (in all ways).
She’s the reason you see bold women on our labels. Real women that we know appear in scenes that help tell the story of our family and our farm’s industrial past.