a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Dark Secrets

Yesterday I talked about the box car gaming and the occasional brawls that broke out among the group of gamers in the small sand town of Guion.

One involved my uncle and Hubby's dad and uncle.  In the early fifties, about, I would guess, the games were still going on.  We had a boot-legger across the river and there was always someone that had some moonshine.

I never heard what started the fight but it ended in the cornfield along the tracks.  My uncle was injured and died later from blood poisoning.  Hubby's relatives were tried for his death...not guilty.

This caused quite the stir when Hubby and I started dating...but they calmed down, eventually.

When I first met Hubby's aunt, I stood partially behind him.  His aunt said, "Get out from behind him, you're acting like the Ledfords!"  I proudly stepped out and informed her my grandmother was a Ledford and I was proud of it...so now, two strikes against me!

Mom tried to tell me we were kin...but we weren't. My dead uncle's wife was Hubby's cousin.  Mother was teasing because we were only related by marriage.  I always teased my girls about them being inbred...I know, I'm awful.

Now that I have reinforced the belief about Arkansas hillbillies, I will add the funniest comment, I think, Mom ever said.  She was talking about two sisters that lived in Guion and said,  "They would go down the river road with anybody that had a mule!"

Any questions?

19 comments:

Buttons said...

Your Mom has a great sense of humour I hear that saying now but it is about a fancy car. B

Journaling Woman said...

That IS a funny comment.

My great grandmother smoked a corn cob pipe. I come from very countrified people and love it. I never met her, but would have love to.

I love being a hillbilly. LOVE IT. I even love wearing overalls although I haven't in years (and being barefoot).

LindaG said...

Hahahahaha!!!!!!
There was always a story that my hubby's oldest brother was not his father's son; but no one will ever know for sure. ;-)
Another great story, Gail.

EmptyNester said...

You never cease to entertain with your stories and your photos! This one was hilarious! I can just see you stepping out and saying that! LOL

I just caught up with the last two posts also- I love that women over 50 thing- I had read it a couple of years ago and the older I get the more I appreciate it!

I also love the story about the wives getting the payday changed! Women are so resilient, aren't we? Men are so lucky to have us. ;)

Tamara said...

Haha I love your moms comments! And this is just like the Hatfields and McCoys or maybe Romeo and Juliet?? lol :)

Maggie said...

What a great story! Humanity is humanity wherever you go. The small regional twists in how we express being human keeps it all interesting. Thanks for sharing the story. Pain and loss with new hope brought about by love.

Farm Girl said...

great story and I think we all have that kind of history somewhere. You know like my great,great, great grandfather serving time in prison for murdering a man with a fencepost.
It makes us who we are I think. It gives us color. I think our kids all need to know these things. I do think it is such a cute story.

Amish Stories said...

I love hillbillie stories,lol. Richard

Far Side of Fifty said...

Great bit of history to pass on to your grands! :)

Country Gal said...

Great story ! A funny thing here is my married name is the same as my grandmothers married name Papa and I were wondering if we were related cause he does look alot like my dad and my brother we were thinking he may be a distant relative by marrage and both sides of family are from Britan weird that ! One day I guess we will have to dig and find out lol I may be married to a distant relative ! Have a wonderful day !

Nezzy said...

Loved your Mom's sense of humor!!!

My DIL, The Latin Lovin' Hillbilly introduced her Aunt and Uncle to me then without missin' a beat said, this is Sweet Sue (name is changed to protect the innocent) my inbred cousin. She wasn't jokin'...Aunt and Uncle were cousins and crossed the state border to marry. Needless to say I had trouble keepin' a straight face with that one. Heeehehehe!

From an Ozark chick all the way, have a marvelously blessed day sweetie! :o)

Judy said...

Great Stuff...thanks ...

Eva Ason said...

Great story, and I love your Mums comment. I like people that has a sense of humor.

Enjoy your day!

Michaele said...

I love those kind of stories!

StitchinByTheLake said...

I'm lovin' your stories! I wish I could remember more of my grandmother's - she had some wild ones! blessings, marlene

Nora said...

Your story did seem to touch a lot of hearts. To me, as a Dutch woman, this is very interesting. It's amazing to see the pride one takes in being a hillbilly. I suppose it is a very special group of people. Who did they descent from?

Pat said...

Talk about the Hatfield's and the McCoy's! I know where you got your sense of humor from! Can I insert here the old "hillbilly" joke about your family tree only having one branch? Ha ha! Kidding!

Debi@7Gates said...

OMG, you have me rolling. Only you can come up with these kind of stories!

Sue said...

heehee

Very cool story!

=)

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