Awena was my grandmother. Her real name was Roseacia Lune. Ugly, right? So, she changed it to Rose. So, as my grandmother, where in the world did she come up with the name Awena, which the only name I ever knew her by.

Crazy enough in itself, she met a door-to-door salesman back in 1916, during WWI by playing part in a crazy, crazy way. But, when she was asked about the same events, she told it in a way that couldn't possibly be believed. And, because she was a pathological liar, she thought people bought it. But, if they didn't, she wasn't above lying even deeper into the version and practically turning it into a fairytale.

Then, to make matters worse, she'd state, "And, I hope G— strikes me dead with lightning right this minutes, if it ain't the truth." Well, that may not have been verbatim, but it was close enough.

The story is told first in its TRUTHFUL version by my mom and Aunt Deanna, then through Awena herself, in all its colorful, history-incorrect, and downright absurd version.

It may have been all lies, but boy, could that woman spin a yarn!