This memory is as clear as crystal!

I was three years old! My grandfather, Rome Walters was giving me my weekly Saturday night bath in preparation for "Sunday-go-to-meeting" services.

My grandfather placed an old tin tub next to the wood burning stove. Boiled the black kettle on his wood burning stove.  Measured exactly two inches of lukewarm water, gently scrubbed us with Lye soap he made.

Used real rags to wash us, old Flour sacks and such.  No, WE were not sad. As a matter of fact, I have never been happier.  GrandDADDY  was a gentle , patient man, always kind and loving.

I can still see him, I can still hear his country voice admonishing me, teaching me correctly.  GrandDDADDY  washed OUR feet, hands, legs, arms, even OUR underarms but , when it came to OUR private parts,  GrandDADDY  loudly admonished; "Dem is yo Ger-mars. You wash dem yo'sef! Don't nevah let nobody touch yo'Ger-mars!"

What made Jerome Walters issue such a stern warning to his grandchildren? Did he know what a common pervert his daughter was?  Or was it just The Holy Spirit moving through him?

At any rate, I now know,  what I know. I always knew.   Something I could not help but feel,  for my entire life.  Sure enough, mjw and her "huz-band" were touching my Ger-mars  in secret when I was three .  Finally old enough to tell my GrandDADDY, because even as young as three, I knew that whore to be a lying, sadistic pervert!

I told! All hell broke loose. mjw alway's used that against me, always called me a lying snitch.

Fuck you bitch! I'm glad you're finally dead!

Reverse the Curse!

BEAMING!