Aunt Essie got her nose out of joint when her little guys came home bringing tales of how badly Uncle Bill had treated them, so he didn’t hear from her till she fell on hard times a couple of years later. She had married her own fella named Bill by that time, strangely enough. This Bill was an affable enough guy, though he must not have taken time to meet Continue reading
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Conquering Corwin (Part !)
In my family of “Mixed Nuts” Cousin Corwin was the winner, hands down. When he was about twelve, he and his twin Kelvin got in a little “dust up” with the police, so it seemed like a good time to get out of town. Aunt Essie called Daddy, asking if the twins could come spend a few days. Now if the image “twins” brings to mind thoughts of “barefoot Continue reading
Hairdo
Bud just hates it when he hears I am going to get my hair done. He claims, “I love your hair just the way it is.” Then he looks real quick just in case I ask him how “it is.” We both know it’s the money hairdos cost. I asked him today what kind of hairdo he didn’t like. He could only think of one, mentioning a woman who shaves her head. I guess I won’t try that one.
Help! Help! Coffee Needed!
Terrifying incident this morning. I couldn’t find my coffee pot. Clearly, a sadist had broken in and robbed us, taking the most precious item in the house, cruelly leaving behind the coffee, the coffee maker, cream, and sugar. I checked the dishwasher, refrigerator, sink, and pantry, before finally finding it in the cabinet where I store the cups. By this time, my coffee was way overdue. My heart still hasn’t settled down.
It’s My Head
My mother could be so unreasonable about what I did with my own head when I was a kid. I was sitting on the floor at the end of the kitchen table playing one evening after dinner, when Phyllis tipped over a bowl of canned peaches. The syrup ran off the end of the table, onto my head. It felt cool and good. I didn’t complain. The next morning Continue reading
What the Hell?
Snake-Handling and the Rapture(Part 2 of Starry Night, Kathleen’s Memoirs of the Great Depression)
You might want to go back and read this before reading Part 2
Starry Night (from Kathleen’s Memoir of The Great Depression Part 1)
“When me an’ my brother Jim was boys, we heard they was gonna be having a camp-meeting at one of them snake-handlin’ churches up in the hills. Now we didn’ want nothin’ to do with snakes, but we thought it might be interestin’ to stir them church folks up a little. We slipped out with the Rascoe boys an’ caught us up some cats an’ a dog or two an’ had’em in tow sacks. We slipped up on the back side of the church an’ climbed up, pullin’ them bags behind us. With all that singin’ and testafyin’, and speakin’ in tongues, them church folks couldna’ heard the devil comin’ up the river in a sawmill, so we didn’ have a bit o’trouble once they got started. Them folks was naturally doin’ some carryin’ on!
Well, we give’em time enough to get to really git serious about their religion before we turned them dogs and cats loose on ‘em. Them cats tore outa’ them sacks, like their tails was on fire, screechin’ and spittin’, with them dogs right behind ‘em. Some of ‘em ended up bustin’ right up in the middle of them snake-handlers. I mean to tell you, they threw them snakes down an’ they all run outside screamin’ an’ carryin’ on about the rapture. You wouldn’a thought anybody that messed with snakes would’a got so stirred up about a few dogs and cats!
Medusa, 1960
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First Grade School PictureTo curly-haired people Mother might have seemed mild-mannered enough, but beneath her calm exterior she nursed a sadistic streak, committing home permanents with malice aforethought, ignoring her helpless daughters’ protests that “I like my hair this way.” and “nobody but old ladies have THAT kind of hair.” squashing arguments with a terrifying Continue reading
Mary and John Get Frisky
The oldsters were getting frisky when Mary said, “I may be 72, but I have the body of a 40 year old.”
John replied, “Well, you better give it back. You’re gettin’ it all wrinkled!”
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