I am Eleanor. I come from the Bayous of Louisiana, I believe you have heard me referred to as the Swamp Witch from Lady A. I have been with her, Lord M and Mystie for the past 30 years. I also grew up with them. My mother and I left Kentucky and went to Louisiana when I was a teenager. My mother was a practicing witch and taught me everything I know. In later years, I ran into an old bayou witch who was getting ready to pass on. This witch had no one to pass on her talents or belongings to except me. She became a second mother to me. After she passed, I took up her path and followed the teachings of her ways. To be truthfully, I am not a nice witch at all. I am not like Lady A. I came back to Kentucky when I found out what had happened. I plan on staying for a while. Lord M has his hands full with Lady A and the boys. I came to pitch in and help. I love Lady A or Kit as I am sure most of you know her by now. She is my sister, my true sister and there is nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for her.

What I am getting ready to say will probably make some of you mad or even angry but you see I don’t care. You thought Mystie could have a temper, mind is twice as bad. We haven’t decided if we are going to keep the WOTC open or not. If we do, how we are going to run it. As you know Kit was hit last year by a drunken driver and her entire left side was crushed. She has pins, rods and screws holding her arm, hip and leg together. When she went out the window, she landed on that side. The upper thigh bone was completely shattered. In fact, it was protruding through the skin when she arrived at the hospital. She will be very fortunate if she is ever able to put any weight on that leg again. With time the doctor believes she will make a full recovery. He has estimated it could take up to a year if not longer. That is if she doesn’t do anything she shouldn’t and takes therapy. It also includes not sitting at a desk for eight hours a day working for people who could give a damn less for her. I  told you I wasn’t a nice witch and I call it the way I see it. I know in my heart, that Kit loves you. She cares about the WOTC. She formed it and she led it for almost 16 years. She gave it heart, in fact, she was the heart of the WOTC. Every day, no matter how she felt, whether she was in pain or not, she made sure she was here for each and everyone of her brothers and sisters. She gave you love, she gave you a message you will never hear any place else and she gave you 110% of herself every day. Those days are over, she will never know how her brothers & sisters of the Craft deserted her. I will never tell her nor will Lord M or the boys. That will be our little secret. We have agreed that she will never, ever step foot in this building again.

I don’t know what it takes nor do I really care. For someone to be so loving and caring about you and then in her hour of need, you desert her. No, she won’t never know. She has lost everything. Do you want pictures of the bone protruding through her leg. The cuts, the scraps, the bruises? Better yet, do you want pictures of a cabin that use to belong to the best lady and friend I have ever known, burnt to the ground. She was up against a tree with a neighbor’s arm around her while she watched her house burn to the ground and she cried and cried. She is still crying. She feels she has lost everything and I mean everything. Alone, nothing to her name, nothing was left from the fire, everything gone up in flames.  I guess it was the medication, she was talking to me about after she got out of the hospital, she would go live on the streets, she had no place else to go and then broke down in tears. I told her she knew better than that, that I would never let that happen. We figured that perhaps some of you might offer to help out. Well that went up in smoke too. We have received one donation and there is one on its way in the mail. Some day I will tell Lady A the truth but not now. She asks about you and we just smile and tell her everything is fine, going well. I don’t want to tell her the truth that the family she loved, cared for and would have done anything for, didn’t give a damn about her. The truth is the truth and I do call it the way I see it. She needed you and she still does. I don’t believe a couple of witches can help put her life back together but if we all tried we might be able too.

How would you feel if you lost everything you had and then you were deserted by everyone you thought loved and cared for you? Think about it.

One hell of an introduction wasn’t it. But I have been wanting to get a few things off my chest since Lady A’s wreck and I was up here then. She never knew the truth about that either. After Mystie passed away and I think Kit was starting to wake up to the fact that she might have been a fool all these years. She paid for Mystie’s burial out of her own pocket. She used ever credit card she had to bury Mystie. She wouldn’t let us help. That is what kind of lady and person Kit is. She is warm, loving, caring, willing to help no matter what and she gave everything she had for the past 16 years to each and everyone of you. Your blessings and healing energies are appreciated but they don’t rebuild her home or put clothes on her back.

We are still accepting donations and the store is open. One of the boys, Jacob (Mystie’s son) is running it. He is hoping that he can sell enough merchandise to help his new mother recovery some of what she has lost. He has new men’s jewelry on there and some other things but some where along the line, it seems that it has been forgotten and no sales are coming in. Disappointing to a young man trying to do right in this world.

Again, my name is Eleanor, I am the swamp witch. I will be around for a while. After my hateful ass speech if you would like to donate to a great lady, we would appreciate it.

Eleanor

The Swamp Witch

Almost forgot or if you really care, the man who burnt down Lady A’s cabin, we caught. I don’t need to say anymore about that.