Uncle Dunc and Aunt Lucille had a houseful of kids. Sometimes we were lucky enough that Bert, the eldest would drop in our games, raising our rough play to fever pitch. Naturally, he tired of us soon, leaving us deflated when he went about the business. I was always leery of the two big girls, since they seemed smart-aleck. Ava, the oldest, was pretty with a bouncy, blonde ponytail. Though I overheard Mother whispering she was trashy for mowing in her swimsuit out by the road, I thought it made perfect sense and worked well for her since she married a guy with a greasy ducktail and had a baby before her seventeenth birthday. I kept a watch on both girls to see if they sprouted leg hair like Aunt Lucille.
I believe Ava saw herself like this.
Prudy, the next girl was skinny with a lot of pimples and wore those pointy bras common to the late fifties and early sixties. Her swimsuit kind of wrinkled over her skinny behind so she didn’t mow out by the street. In fact, she worked as a carhop down at the drive-in for a while after dropping out of high school before hooking Toxie, who worked at the filling station and always smelled like oil. Red rags always hung out of his back pocket. I never had any contact with Toxie except when he yelled at me from under the hood of an old car suspended from a tree branch in Uncle Dunc’s front yard when I hit a ball into it. I never really liked him much after that.
Carolyn was just a couple of years ahead of me, but must have been easier to control than her big sisters. Her long hair, parted down the middle was braided so tightly it pulled her eyes back and hung in tight, thin braids almost to her waist. The other girls must have rebelled against their mother in their dress and behavior, but at ten or so, mousy little Carolyn suffered under Aunt Lucille’s bossiness, since she only wore dresses and had to attend fundamentalist church services along with her mother and younger twin brothers. They were wild little boys a couple of years younger than I, still peed their pants a good bit, and didn’t seem worried by Aunt Lucille at all. Carolyn said she wouldn’t be allowed to have boyfriends, drop out of school, or cut her hair till she was sixteen. I was only six or seven at the time, but that seemed very unfair to me.
I made a point to stay out of Aunt Lucille’s way since she yelled at kids a lot and was fond of using a switch on Carolyn and the little boys when she could catch them. I certainly never asked to spend the night like I did at Cousin Sue’s and Cousin Cathy’s house. We only visited Uncle Dunc for a year or so, until he moved off Aunt Ader’s Place, which incidentally was very near Daddy’s favorite brother. I heard later he gave up drinking after a car-wreck left him paralyzed and he had no one to depend on but Aunt Lucille.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LOVE THIS STORY (AND THE PICTURES-!) REMINDS ME OF VISITING SOME OF MY RELATIVES WHEN i WAS A YOUNG SNIP!
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This brought back some 50’s memories, Linda. I dated a boy with a ducktail for a while. My dad couldn’t stand him. :) — Suzanne
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I wonder if he has any hair now.
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As always entertaining
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Thanks
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I can’t wait to read your book Linda. This is hilarious! :)
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Hope you enjoy.
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I’ll let you know when I do. :)
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Such colorful descriptions keep me giggling. You have a way with words, Linda. :-D :-D -:D
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Thanks. Trying to get one ready for tomorrow.
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Wow what a bunch! I want to hear more about Carolyn, did she follow her sisters? Love this one
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I do have a couple more tidbits about Carolyn I will work in.
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I love the way Carolyn aspired to cut her hair and wear pointy bras when she was 16 so she could be like her ‘trashy’ sister!
Your family stories always brighten up my day, Linda :-)
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The world needs more trashy people!
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It certainly does :-)
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I’m still worried about those leg hairs !
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I can understand that!
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I loved the brisk narrative style in this. You painted vivid pictures of these children. I loved that your Mom considered ti ‘trashy’ for a girl to mow the lawn in her swimsuit. That was a great touch.
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Oh, she was a hussy.
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LOL…I love it!
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Bad, bad girl.
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I guess you were never bored as a child. :o)
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Oh, church was torture. I could never sit still.
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I’m loving this. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I love your writing! :)
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Thanks so much for telling me.
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I’ll probably end up telling you again yet.😊
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Part three of the latest Bethea family saga.. I tell you what The Thornbirds had nothing on this wonderful tribe.. fascinating.. thanks Linda.
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Wouldn’t you love to visit. Thanks for Reblog.
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You bet Linda.. what wonderfully rich characters you have brought to life. xxx
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Thanks
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Storytelling at its best!
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Thank you.
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I was kinda waiting on a leg hair sprouting update, myself.. ;)
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As a nosy kid, it concerned me a lot!
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