Words for Wednesday -- Aunt Jemima revisited

This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Troubles led her to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.

  Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
  What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore ...
  We can use some or all of the prompts, and mixing and matching is encouraged.

  Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.

  And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.

Elephant's Child who is supplying the prompts for the Wednesdays of December has given us these words for today

Grandmama,
Holiday,
Ruthless
Gallery
Purchase
     and/or
Machine
Stitched
Motion
Art
Brain

I made it! It's Wednesday for 33 more minutes!
My never-ending story of Susan and her exploits just got a new chapter.

Kai, Susan, Heidi, Lis and Tage sat in the living room of the Magician's cottage, Sandra was at work, and the children had kept Kai to his promise of telling as much as he knew about aunt Jemima.
First Susan and Heidi told about the visit to aunt Jemima's old house and of the faerie-trap.
Then Kai took over: "My mother, your grandmama of course was a witch as well" Kai explained,  "and Jemima was her sister. When she went and fell in love with Mr. Carl Carlsen her mother and father, my grandparents, were not happy."
"Why not?" Lis asked. "After what Susan and Heidi have told us, he was a really great wizard, and a good man too."
"He was, but they did not know, and he seemed so ordinary. They judged him by his name - aunt Jemima still is a chip off the old block, remember how she questioned Susan upon her arrival?" They all nodded, and Kai continued: "Anyway, they sent aunt Jemima off on a holiday to make her forget her Carl, which of course she did not do, and they wrote letters to one another each and every day. I dare bet those letters are still somewhere in the house. When the faeries all have left, we'll have to go there."
"When will this be?"Heidi asked.
"In a couple of months," Kai answered. "I'll look now and then if I can have Susan's stone."
"You can," Susan said, and handed him the stone.
"Let me continue aunt Jemima's story. She returned home from her holidays, and it was clear that she and Carl had not kept away from one another. In other words. Aunt Jemima was pregnant. Her parents were not totally ruthless, and the two married very fast. The child, a charming girl, unfortunately did not live very long. She died when the gallery in a church fell down and buried her in the rubble. They never had any more children. Aunt Jemima and uncle Carl then proceeded to purchase the house they lived in to his death. They also bought an old car, called The Machine by the rest of the family, because that house was really far away from everything back then ... it still is," he added thoughtfully.
"Uncle Carl was a fabulous artisan. I still have a tiny carpet he made for me as a birthday gift. He stitched every stitch himself, and it looks like a dream still ..
"I dare bet it is a flying carpet," Heidi said.
"That's wishful thinking, Heidi." Kai said. "It has lain in front of my bed ever since, and nary a motion form it. But for him inventing, rugmaking and wizardry were all forms of art. He tried to combine all these things, maybe he did try to re-invent flying carpets, but he died in an accident when Lis and Tage were small. Do you still remember him?"
"I think so, wasn't he always smiling, rotund, and with a grand beard!" Lis said, while Tage answered: "Maybe. Handsome, smiling, beard, a bit like Santa?"
"You two!" Kai said in mock despair. "A father needs more than one brain to be your father."

   to be continued ...