Gramma was a shooter.

We talk a lot about the Pouncie’s in our lineage because that is the legacy of Grady Pouncie, the patriarch of our family. But Gran’s legacy, the Henderson’s, well, this is where I feel Spirit sourced my legacy from. Mary Henderson, aka Grandma Pouncie, rolled 5 deep with her twin sister and brothers.

She knew she could talk her shit cuz her brothers had her back. They were revolutionary for their time. Being harassed by the authorities never stopped them, but unfortunately caused the death of one of Grandma’s brothers.

In her later years, Grandma served up late night coffee to the local sex workers at Choc-Full-o-Nuts. She saved her earnings there, and purchased a brownstone in Brooklyn that’s still in the family today. She wanted a place that we could all come back to year after year and gather as a family.

She made it through the Great Depression as a Black woman and a home owner! Folks from around the way would come to her for guidance because of her “sight” is what they called it. Grandma Pouncie knew things before they happened. She had a sense of which direction to point folks in according to what their passed on loved ones would say for them.

Grandma also knew when people were coming for her and handled them accordingly! My Grandmother’s legacy is one that shines bright and runs deep in me. Her passion for life, her fire and ability to come for everything she was promised in this life without apology is a part of me. Her psychic gifts and ability to support folks in her community reverbs in my own Spiritual Practice, Mystical Healing Guide. I am humbled by her Spirit and in Gratitude that she would find me worthy of her higher knowledge. 

I remember her always fussing!

She was a particular sort of woman. She knew what she wanted and went after it. Grady, Grandpa Pouncie, who she affectionately called Pouncie, in her southern twang, knew his wife well. Didn’t get in her way much, and mostly cooked (he was a chef), and watched his wrestling. But, when she crossed the line, she knew it.

He’d say, “You right Mary, you right….butcha wrong!” 

Grandpa Pouncie