Miss Mary Weather

Grandma told my mother that one day while sitting on the front stoop, that she saw the girl's mother once, as she walked her daughter to school, she never saw her since.

The father had worked at the steel mill for at least twenty-seven years, until he collapsed on one day, in their living room while eating dinner. They said he was poisoned, but I don't know how true that is-no one actually does. My grandmother told my mother that she would never forget the day they were married. Indian Summer, that's what it was. This is when it rains on one side of the road and the other side stays dry as the Sahara Desert. But in this case it only rained on their house.

The preacher who married the couple was drunk by nature and had slept with every quote "Christian" women in town. They said he slept with Miss Mary Weather at one time or another. You see Miss Mary Weather was not the name that her husband gave her.and it was not the name of her parents. No one knows where this name actually originated from. My granny said that the name Mary evolves from the bible, Jesus's mother as some kind of insult and the word Weather means seasons change but I will always be here. Grandmamma said that Miss Mary Weather and her husband tried for years to have a child.

Now, Miss Mary Weather was always an evil women and they believed it was hereditary. Miss Mary Weather finally conceived a child.

However, the night the child was born my grandmother said the sky turned as black as an onyx, the wind howled like nothing they've ever heard before, and the screams that emanated from the house sounded like someone or something was dying.

The baby was born hideously deformed and it died a few hours later. This drove Miss Mary Weather insane to the point of her husband leaving her. My grandma told my mother that Miss Mary Weather killed herself a few months after. She had took a razor blade, sat out on the front porch at midnight under the full moon, slashed her wrist, and bleed to death holding the dead remains of her child.

After the funeral, Rev. Cration went back to the house, trying to find an address or telephone number of her husband to let him know she committed suicide and was buried at the Crest Wood Creek Cemetery. Whatever happened to the preacher after he went in that house, know one knows. They said, maybe the husband found out that the preacher used to muddle around with her and was waiting in the house to kill him or maybe Miss Mary Weather killed him. No one knows,, not even the police that investigated the murder. If in deed there was a murder.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but you must find a body before someone can be consider murdered.

My Grandmamma said a couple of months after the funeral and the disappearance of the preacher, the preacher's son came to town from Tuscaloosa to visit him and could not find him.

Do you really want to hear something strange?

My grandmamma said that once the son had settled his father's affairs-not actually much to do, his father being some what of a sidewalk preacher. My mother was going to the bottom of the hill store, but actually the real name of the store was "MR. PAPA'S STORE." It was a thirty feet by thirty feet enclosure renovated into a store with a chimney made from brick and mud. There was a Coca-Cola freezer on the outside porch and a door made from wood and bob wire.