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.
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?