Comments: Ollie....

Dang. I'm hearing strains of 'Do you think I'm sexy" on the bagpipes running through my head.

Posted by Bou on September 1, 2010 08:53 PM

See? That's what so great about having a Southern lineage. Most folks would try to bury that little piece of info.

But not us. Instead of locking the crazy folk in the attic, we send them to the fourth grade Christmas play and let them sing in the choir at church.


Posted by Andy on September 1, 2010 10:38 PM

I think Andy nailed it. Holy crap, I can't quit laughing. I keep going through my family stories, and dang, I can't match that one.

There are so many classic lines, "Besides, they'd all been drinking..." as if it makes ANYTHING ok. LOL! And then of course, I have to wonder, what kind of SOB his FIL was that the wimmin' folk closest to him, his wife AND daughter, 'figured he had it coming'. GAH! Seriously, you can't make this shit up.

Posted by Bou on September 2, 2010 05:59 AM

Toby's great-grand-dad came to TX because he committed some crime east of the Mississippi. It may be the reason lots of folk came West. Speaking of West, I have some pretty crazy stories from teaching in northern NM of locals drinking, fighting, killing each other, etc, but no one seemed to mind as long as they were family or friends. But let some "outsider" come in, and things changed pretty quick.

Posted by Lou on September 2, 2010 07:01 AM

Families can get pretty squirrely about revealing those deep dark secrets.

I happened to mention to my sister that our paternal grandfather had been previously married before he married our grandmother.

Of course, Sis went straight to Mom for confirmation, and the shit well & truly hit the fan.

Man, you would have thought I'd crawled on the dining room table during Thanksgiving dinner and whizzed in the gravy boat with all the feather-ruffling and squawking that came my way!

Apparently, it's OK for Mom to discuss my entire medical history with complete strangers, but God forbid you ever mention D-I-V-O-R-C-E...

Posted by El Capitan on September 2, 2010 01:07 PM

My great uncle on my father's mother side had an interesting life. He never talked about it much till he was in his seventies but layed it all out when the local newspaper interviewed him around memorial day because he was a WWI vet. He went into combat in the spring of 1918 and fought through till the armistice. Was in the army of occupation in Germany for another eight months and ended up hating the army because they were inadeqately fed and nearly froze to death in the winter of 1918-19. He was finally mustered out and came home to Tennessee and farmed till the depression hit. Since it would mean one less mouth to feed, he hit the road and hoboed all over the west till the late 30's. He went to work for Boeing in Washington St. spent WWII working as a machinest. Made enough money that he came back to Tennessee, bought a farm, got married, and settled down for good.
I thought it was cool, an early life that relate to John Steinbeck. My grandmother, on the other hand, was highly scandelized by her brother's relating his younger years and wouldn't speak to him for months after the article was published. Go figure.

Posted by Tbird on September 2, 2010 08:04 PM

Ok, There is way too many funny things going on here... "you would have thought I'd crawled on the dining room table during Thanksgiving dinner and whizzed in the gravy boat with all the feather-ruffling and squawking that came my way" baw hahahahaha... or better yet "no one seemed to mind as long as they were family or friends."... oh, my cheeks hurt. Though Bou's expression when I told her about the smother with a pillow that went on many generations back in my family... I did forget to mention it was done to inherit money. Trying to figure it out because no in my family has money... wonder where it all went.

Posted by vw bug on September 2, 2010 08:50 PM

Ahhh, the things I learn on the Inter-Webby-Net...

"...well, you know how they get when they've been drinking..."

Can't wait for the next Hysterics at Eric's. 'Cause you know how we get...

(never mind the axes - hide the shovels and guns)

Posted by Elisson on September 4, 2010 01:02 PM

OMG! I never know what I am going to learn from you Eric... Ha! I am so sending this link to my cousin Inga - our family genealogist... She needs to step up her game!! :)

Posted by Richmond on September 6, 2010 12:36 PM

Wonderful family story and so well told young man. I believe it...because "Truth is stranger than fiction". My Dad was over 80 when my mum and the rest of us learned "post-anaesthetic recovery" that he was about 7 when a shotgun was "dropped" in a fatal accident involving the child of a farm worker. Scary stuff indeed.

Posted by John C on September 8, 2010 12:36 PM