My Grandma Kennedy The Tea Leaf Reader

Michelle McKay ghosts haunted paranormalI’m really looking forward to Halloween. I just love Autumn, don’t you? This weekend will be Thanksgiving up here in Canada. My, how time flies by. It was always a tradition in my family (Scottish-Irish heritage) to visit the graves during the month of November. That, along with Halloween fast approaching, got me thinking about my deceased relatives today. In particular my great-great-grandmother-Kennedy (my grandmother’s gramma), no blood-relation to my great-uncle Henry McKay the UFOlogist (my grandfather’s brother). Grandma Kennedy was my “G2” grandma. I think I will share something with you. Something about Grandma Kennedy. That’s her below, standing next to Grandpa Kennedy, her husband:

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Grandma Kennedy was quite the woman. She has always fascinated me. She LOVED reading people’s tea leaves for them. A service she did for free. Actually, any poor soul who came to her house would get promptly sat down at her kitchen table and poured a cup of tea. She would wait in dire angst for them to finish drinking their cup of tea. Then off to the races she would go, reading their tea leaves for them whether they were ready for the news or not.

Grandma Kennedy, of Scottish heritage, was born in Nova Scotia during the late Victorian era, in 1874, which was also during the Spiritualist Movement. She had seven girls and three boys with Grandpa Kennedy.

Grandma Kennedy had what the Scottish called Second Sight. Which is the gift, albeit some consider it a curse, of seeing into the spirit worlds. The world of the unseen, the shadows.

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tea leaf reading

Reading tea leaves was just one of her many gifts. She was also adept at reading omens and seeing spirits. But, like I said earlier in this post, she never charged for her services. She was a farmer. Her and Grandpa Kennedy lived on the family homestead in Nova Scotia. She churned her own butter, had pigs, chickens, etc.. She also had a generous, kind heart and felt pity for the less fortunate. She often let the homeless wandering around the countryside into her kitchen to whip them up some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Then afterwards read their tea leaves no doubt.

One night, April 4, 1927, to be exact, Grandma Kennedy saw what she said was an “orange ball of light coming down the hill”. She said it was a “forerunner” to her daughter’s death. A forerunner, in other words, an omen, that her daughter would soon die. Her daughter, my great-grandmother, was very ill laying on her death-bed that night. She died the next day, at the age of only twenty-five years old. The poor thing.

One day Grandma McKay told me something exciting about Grandma Kennedy. She told me that when she was a young girl she would sometimes see Grandma Kennedy go down to the river with two of my great-aunts. And that the three of them were always wearing black hooded-robes when they went down there. She said they were “baptizing” each other. Well now, that’s different. I wonder what was going on there? Perhaps it had something to do with her husband, Grandpa Kennedy the Freemason?

But back to Grandma Kennedy… Yes, what an interesting woman she was. Would it surprise you that she died on October 30?

RIP Grandma Kennedy (1874-1951)…



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3 Comments on “My Grandma Kennedy The Tea Leaf Reader”

  1. Wendy Pickles
    04/10/2015 at 8:44 am #

    Your blog caught my eye about your Grandma Kennedy. My grandmother was also a Kennedy and read tea leaves. My Grandmother came from Scotland and was born in 1885 as Mary Mitchell. She was a nanny to the writer of Peter Pan. She came to Canada and settled in Hamilton where she met and married Gordan Anderson Kennedy. She died when my mother was twenty but my mother did tell us stories of her reading the tea leaves. Weird coincidence.

    • 04/11/2015 at 9:36 am #

      Ha ha! Something up with the Kennedys I tell ya! No, different Grandma Kennedy. Nice to hear from you:)

  2. Thomas Triplett
    10/08/2014 at 9:15 am #

    Cute story. My grandmother who was full blooded Cherokee would tell us stories about spirit guides and Indian folklore. She would talk about seeing spirits and talking to deceased relatives all the time. I was fascinated and creeped out at the same time. I truly miss her, but I know she knows that.

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