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Nellie Miggins

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About Nellie Miggins

  • Homesteader

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Irene Ryan
  • Full Name
    Helen Adams Miggins, née Mellon
  • Goes By
    Granny Miggins
  • Profession
    Busybody
  • Position
    Homesteader
  • Birth Date
    03/04/1797
  • Status
    Widowed
  • Height
    5'2"
  • Hair Color
    White
  • Eye Color
    Blue

Physical Description

Tough and sinewy as a slab of mummified Egyptian beef jerky.

Traits & Characteristics

WIP

Employment

WIP

Expertise

WIP

Aliases / Nicknames

Residense(s)

Kith & Kin

Lives at present with her grandson Jacob and granddaughter Josephina, but she's 'shut in' 

Life Events

Born 4th March 1797 in Buckland, Mass. 

Character Notes

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Recent Posts

  1. Nellie Miggins
    Virgil snorted, “Be glad your nose still works at all, I heard things don’t work right anymore after someone’s older than dirt.” He had to say something back, but when her back was turned, he looked down at himself and had to admit he looked rough, and to be fair, probably smelled it too.  It wouldn’t hurt to get cleaned up a bit, he supposed.
     
    "Well, you won't live long enough to find out fer yerself if you keep on cheekin' your elders like that!" snapped back Granny, who was enjoying the slightly flirtatious undercurrent of their little spat on the road.

    They rode most of the way in silence until they came to a large farmstead and Nellie said, "Having second thoughts about becoming the next Mr. Miggins?"

    “Wouldn’t that be you bein’ missus Adams?” But he knew what she meant.
     
    "What, you askin'?!" she pretended to misunderstand "Wait till you kin aford a ring and got room to git down on one knee 'fore you asks me that!" she cackled, before pulling up the horse with a "Whoooaaaa, Neddy!". 
     
    It was a nice spread. He took a moment to take it all in. “I think there’re too many fences. The land is better when it ain’t fenced off.” He said, then shrugged as if to say ‘I don’t like to be fenced in,’ and he jumped down.
     
    "Huh, wait 'til you've had a herd o' cattle stomp all over your corn and barley before you say that!" she admonished him, and sounded more serious this time. "I prefer the open prairie, too. But a family's gotta eat. 'Member that!" Family? That seemed to lead Virgil to his next question.
     
    “You take care of this place by yourself?” he asked.
     
    "I might as well, all the help I get! If you see an old darkie paradin' around hereabouts, lookin' like he owns the place and not workin' a lick - that's our Tom, hired hand. And my granddaughter's at home, too, but she can't work, on account of her weak heart. And my no good Grandson, Jacob, he went and got hitched a month or two ago and now he's tearin' round the country workin' fer Western Union instead of coming home once in a while to help his poor sweet old grandmother, the selfish little bastard!"
     
    @Nox 
  2. Nellie Miggins
    “I didn’t do nothing to that tree but I’ll help you get this buggy around it, for a ride into town."
     
    "Deal!" snapped back the old lady. "Except we'll stop at my place on the way and tidy you up a little. I ain't bein' seen ridin' into town with a dirty smelly tramp!" She'd give him a square meal, too, the poor lad looked half starved, but he also looked like he had enough pride about him not to accept charity, so she didn't mention that right now. 
     
    But,” he added narrowing his eyes at her, “you gotta keep your hands to yourself. I ain’t gonna be one of your husbands; you got that?”
     
    Nellie gave him a querying look. "You should be so lucky!" she frowned. They might have gotten off to a shaky start, but she liked the boy, somehow: not just because he was handsome or because he reminded her of her boy what died a long, long time ago. She just had a feeling about him. 
     
    "Might have to strip you off and give you a bath mind! Phew, are you ripe!" she chided playfully, though she never cracked a smile. 
     
    Getting the trap through the trees at the side of the fallen stump was not actually too much of a problem with the two them working on it, and Mrs Miggins noticed that the young man was not only deceptively strong for his slight figure, but extraordinarily good with Neddy who, to be honest, was not so much a mare as a nightmare, when it came to getting her to do anything off of the beaten track. 
     
    Soon they were on their way and nearing the sturdy and large Miggins place, which was not too far off the direct route to Kalispell. The land around was rich in crops and well fenced off from the wandering cattle from the ranches that ruined and trampled corn if not kept out. It was a nice spread all right, and Granny couldn't help saying to the slim lad beside her on the box seat "Having second thoughts about becoming the next Mr. Miggins?"
     
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  3. Nellie Miggins
    He scrambled under the trap and in a move that owed everything to the litheness of youth, he vaulted up to the seat beside her and snatched the gun from her hands. To be fair, she’d gotten that part right, he was a slippery little bastard. “What in tarnation do you think you’re doing, you crazy old bat?” he yelled. He held the gun by the barrel, and stretched out his arm, keeping it out of her reach.
     
    "Who you callin' crazy?!" she spat back, reaching for the gun that the young man kept safe away from her talon-like grasp. "Dammit, I must be gettin' old. Last time a feller surprised me from behind like that was back in '15 and I ended up havin' to marry the big galoot!" she cried. 
     
    "Why ya bein' so mean an' nasty to a sweet old lady anyway, Slim? What'd I ever do to you?" she asked plaintively, hoping to lull him into letting her get close enough to either grab the gun back, or at the very least, push him off the wagon: with any luck he'd break his neck!

    “You ain’t got no call to point that cannon at me, ya old coot!”
     
    "Ain't I?" she countered gamely "You're a bushwhacker ain't ya?! And didn't even have the decency to bring your own shootin' irons along to the party!"
     
    "Well, I guess you'd better get on robbin' me or ravishin' me or whatever you've got planned. I ain't got all day, sonny. Gotta get this here trap round that there tree what you pushed over!" she declared. 
  4. Nellie Miggins
    “You sure you wanna do that,” Virgil warned from behind the little cart. Ironically, he hadn’t meant to sneak up on the old woman, after living a few years out in the woods, hunting daily, he moved quietly without thinking about it now. You’ll end up with a passel more problems than just a tree in the road.”
     
    Bushwhacked, by crikey! You must be gettin' old, Nellie girl she told herself. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the woods and scrub in front of her; no sign of any confederates there; must just be this one feller, but he probably had a rifle levelled straight at her white haired head. She turned slowly with her hands a little in the air, but not too high: after all, she might still have a chance to snatch for the shotgun and part this varmint's hair for him.
     
    "Oh please Mister, don't go hurting a poor little old lady..." she started to plead in a sickly sweet voice. "What would your own poor mother think if she knew you was goin' around..."
     
    She blinked. He hadn't even got a gun! 
     
    But a split second later she did, and it was pointing in his direction. 
     
    "Stick 'em up ya damn blasted bum!" she snarled, cocking the hammer on one of her barrels. "Hold me up without a gun would ya?! I'll teach you, ya egg-sucking hound dog! ya... hey, where'd you go?!" she barked: for the dirty looking scamp had disappeared without a trace! Where was he? Behind a tree? Under the wagon? He'd disappeared like a ghost. 
     
    "Come out, ya slippery little bastard!" she ordered, but reply there came not any. 
     
    The birds twittered, and a breeze wafted through the leaves of the trees above, but of the elflike youth there was no sound.
     
    @Nox
     
     
  5. Nellie Miggins
    Mature Content: ? [Have you seen Harold & Maude?]
    With:  Virgil Adams
    Location:  In the bush
    When:  Late July 1876
    Time of Day: 11.48am
     

     
     
    The hard earth trail that led from the ruined ghost town of Whitefish to Kalispell was starting to get overgrown these days, to sink back into the landscape. And nowhere was this more apparent than in the section of tangled wildwood where Granny Miggins' pony and trap had come to a grinding halt. 
     
    "What in Tarnation's wrong now?!" she growled as she stood up on the footrest of the box seat to peer over Neddy's twitching ears: the woman was so tiny. Many, many years ago, decades ago, she had reached the towering height of five feet and three inches: but she had shrunk a deal since then. 
     
    An enormous old tree that had survived this world even longer than the gnarled woman, had even managed to stand up against the howling unprecedented gales of last winter, had suddenly decided to up and die, to topple helplessly over, rotted to its ancient core, and lie, a lifeless mass of timber, across the road.
     
    There was, perhaps, a poignant symmetry between the great, withered Ponderosa Pine, and the tough septuagenarian woman: both had seen the seasons pass; the nation grow and see off British and Mexican armies and Indian Tribes, only to finally pit itself against itself, brother ag'in brother. They had both seen all of that pass. A poet, had he been there, might have found something moving to say about the woman's wrinkled face and the flaky, rutted bark of the dead tree. 
     
    Nellie Miggins had her own comment on the situation.
     
    "Ohhhh Shit!!"
     
    She started to clamber down from the trap but something made her pause. Not even a noise. Not even a rustle in the bushes. Just a tingle up her spine, a tremor of the hair that grew out of the wart on the back of her neck....
    she reached slowly... ever so slowly.... for the double-barrelled shotgun propped up on the seat beside her...
     
    @Nox
  6. Nellie Miggins
    "She’s almost as much in love with Clara as I am.” He smiled goofily at Clara.
     
     "That is silly," Clara scoffed.
     
    “Being in love with you could never be silly” countered Jacob in saccharine tones while staring dreamy eyed at Clara. Granny made a noise like she was trying not to suddenly throw up.
     
    Now that it was all out in the open, Jacob felt a lot less worried, somehow: what he’d been dreading had happened and, well, here they all were, still alive and unharmed, except for a few minor fork wounds. Granny was a tyrant, it was true, but at least she was doing something to put things right, something he knew he should be capable of but… he just lacked the experience and certainty and drive of the mad old woman.
     
    Look at her, even now she was pushing on relentlessly with her interrogation of Clara, she was a strong determined woman. Just like Clara. Oh God! Did Clara remind him of Granny?! He shook his head and tried not to think of that one!
     
    “Now come on, Clara, I know now that you’re too good and honest a girl to make a good liar … who’d ya tell?!”  
     
    Finally Clara relented and went with the truth, "Just Emeline....Mrs. Blakesley at the LickSkillet. I work for her and she is just wonderful. Like the mother I no longer have."
     
    “Good!” nodded Granny. “I mean good you told me, not good you told her!” She shook her head. “Ohh, I can see why you told Emeline Blakesley, same reason this beanpole went and told his wet blanket of a sister: thought he’d get a sympathetic hearing. Hmm, well I know Emeline Blakesley, oooh, she’ll have been kindness itself, probably gave you a hug and told you everything’d be all right and stuffed a slice of pie inside you. Am I right, or am I right? Problem is, she’s well meanin’ and well meanin’ folks is dangerous to tell any secrets to!”
    She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
     
    “Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s telling your Papa all about the thing right this very minute.”
     
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  7. Nellie Miggins
    “Well of course you’re keepin’ the baby, you damned idiot!” she pointed at Clara’s midriff “That child’s a Miggins!! And we look after our own!!! 
     
    "That child will also be a Redmond too and I am the mother so I will make the decisions.....with Jacob of course," Clara wanted Granny Miggins to know that.
     
    “Well, o’ course you’ll both make them decisions together” agreed Granny “And I’m about to tell you what them decisions’ll be! Now come on, stop shilly-shallying’ who we got to deal with.”
     
    Jacob shrugged ”I reckon Arabella’s worked it out.” He guessed, not knowing if Clara had any more intelligence on that front than he did.
     
    “Ara… oh, that dreadful girl with the harmonium! D’ya reckon she’d tell anyone? She seems like a blabber-mouth to me!” Granny asked. Then Jacob said the oddest thing.
     
    “Nah, she’s loyal. She’s almost as much in love with Clara as I am.” He smiled goofily at Clara, not even thinking about what he’d just revealed about the pot girl.
     
    “Oh, one of those, eh?” Granny shook her head “Hmmm, them types often do get religion pretty bad. And here was me thinkin’ she was sniffin’ around that old fossil Evans. All right, well she might come in useful when we need to get a pastor over here to conduct the ceremony. Not Evans though, maybe that new one. He looks like he’d do anything for money or booze. Anyone else you told?”
     
    Jacob shook his head genuinely. Granny looked at Clara over her glasses. “Well child, you told anyone else?” her blue eyes might be old and rheumy, but her gaze was as steely and direct as it had ever been, and she also reminded Clara of something. “Now come on, Clara, I know now that you’re too good and honest a girl to make a good liar … who’d ya tell?!”
     
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  8. Nellie Miggins
    "And who are you to demand that I swear on my mother's soul to satiate your curiosity? You may order around everyone else here but I am not part of your family. I do not have to do anything of the sort," Clara stood her ground.
     
    “HA! Well, that answers THAT question!” said the old battleaxe, with an air of finality. As far as she was concerned, Clara’s refusal to swear was an admission of guilt. “And I reckon from now on in, child, we’re part of the same family whether we like it or not!” she added, nodding toward Clara’s belly.
     
    As if to add weight to Granny’s interpretation of the Redmond girl’s refusal to fess up, Leonora’s voice could now be heard wailing and moaning in the other room, where she had evidently come out of her swoon.
     
    “Oh, Clara with child! How could you Jacob?! After all my warnings! Oh, What will Aurelian say?!”
     
    Granny crossed her arms, her sympathetic smile was now tinged with a note of triumph. She suddenly hollered out. “Jacob, get on in here! Granny needs to talk to you!”
     
    It seemed Jacob couldn’t get out of Lee’s blabber-mouthed company quickly enough, even Granny’s fork-stabs were preferable to that.  He caught Clara’s eyes as he came sheepishly back into the kitchen, and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I told Lee ‘cause I thought she could help.” He explained quietly, letting the cat out of the bag for sure now.
     
    The old woman actually cackled now.
     
    “What? That wet Nellie?!” she almost choked with mirth “She’s worse than useless! In fact, we’re going to have to lock her in her room before this ‘uns Pap comes back here, or she’ll tell him fer sure!” she predicted. “I presume he DON’T know!? Good. Well let’s keep it that way for now.”
     
    She rubbed her somewhat bristly chin, and looked at Clara with a more serious mien.
    “Now, we ain’t got time fer all o’ this false modesty, Missy, we got a wedding to arrange. Now, how far gone are you? You got the morning sickness yet? And most importantly, who the Dickens knows about this thing?!”
     
    “We’re keepin’ the baby Granny!” Jacob blurted suddenly.
     
    She looked like she was about to reach for the fork again.
     
    “Well of course you’re keepin’ the baby, you damned idiot!” she pointed at Clara’s midriff “That child’s a Miggins!! And we look after our own!!!” Jacob knew better than correct her about the little one being destined to be a Lutz, best keep the formidable old bat on side.
     
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  9. Nellie Miggins
    "C’mere child.” She beckoned Clara “We need to talk. Now, who knows about this outside of the circle?”
     
    "Miss Lutz is mistaken. I have no idea where she even got the idea that I am pregnant. She was fine then she fainted and when she wakes up, she accuses me of being pregnant? " Clara defended herself.
     
    They were alone. Nellie looked at Clara thoughtfully, and then her face – so used to scolding or scowling or laughing mockingly at the hypocrites of Kalispell and those she just plain didn’t like – that old wrinkled face did something it hadn’t done in a long, long while, years maybe: it broke into a small, tight, but sympathetic smile.
     
    “All right, all right, now there, there. I'm sure it's all just a big misunderstandin’. But just, well Clara, just to put old Granny Miggins’ mind at rest completely here, would you swear to me on your poor dead Mother’s soul that you ain’t pregnant?”
     
    She tipped her head, again looking with sympathy at the girl, regretting that she had to put her through this: but time was of the essence: she had a wedding to arrange.
     
    @Wayfarer
  10. Nellie Miggins
    Clara couldn't believe it would come to this? However her instant concern was Jacob's physical safety. She stood her ground and glared at Granny.
     
    "Hold up! You put that down or I will knock you on your keester!"
     
     “Oh, you will, will you?!” she shouted, looking at Jacob cowering behind Clara and Leonora spark out on the floor “Well, I’m glad SOMEONE round here’s got some backbone!”
     
    A big negro fellow she had never seen before, then stepped into the house.
     
    “Howdy folks, so what’s happenin’ all up in here today?!” he smiled genially,
     
    “I’ll tell you what’s happenin’! She’s fainted, She’s pregnant, and he…” she pointed an accusatory fork in Jacob’s direction and seemed lost for words for a second “… he writes poetry!!!”
     
    “Howdy Miss, I’m Ned!” he beamed in Clara’s direction, apparently unfazed by the latest doings of the ramshackle family he’d been virtually adopted into. “We’d better get Miss Lee onto the sofa.” He suggested practically. “Come on give me a hand here, Jake.” He directed the boy. Get him out of the way of that vicious looking fork, too. Saying that, Granny was discarding the weapon now, and the two men of the household got on with lifting Leonora and carrying her through to the other room.
     
    The old woman looked at Clara. She remembered another girl like her: different looking, blonde, blue eyes, a little slighter, and in the dress of another era: 1814, the Empire style was still in then, or a rough frontier approximation of it: high waistlines, just under the breast, then a long line down to the hem, not much use to hide a rapidly growing belly.
     
    “C’mere child.” She beckoned Clara “We need to talk. Now, who knows about this outside of the circle?” By which she presumably meant the Miggins family circle.
     
    @Wayfarer

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