My paternal grandmother was also a tough one. She told her husband, my grandfather, she didn't intend to see her boys grow up to be coal miners like he was. He agreed and they left Arkansas for Texas.
They lived in several small towns. In one of them rental houses were hard to come by. One landlord told her that no children were allowed. She told him to hold the house for her while she went down to the river to drown her three boys..... he rented her the place.
After several moves, they had settled in Jones County. When my grandfather got restless and ready to move on, she told him that she and the boys were through moving and he could come home for holidays if he wanted. He stayed.
After I married we were visiting with them after I got out of the Army. They asked our plans. I told them we were going to ramble for a while before settling down. She turned to my wife, looked her dead in the eye and said "I'd squash that!"
