Minus the tattoo and the Bud Light.
I bet that’s a Marlboro hanging there too.
Damn near a Doppleganger.
I still miss her something fierce and it’s been 45 years since she passed.
She was quite the character and one hell of a cook.
She was raised in the South during the Great Depression and I learned a great deal from her.
Wish I had paid closer attention.
I ain’t kidding when I say I’m a Red Neck.
Born and Bred.
there probably wasn’t enough hours in the day for her to teach you everything she knew; espcially the southern cooking part.
So she loves Brownings ,I could think of worse..
The only person more redneck than me used to live on a compound in Montana.
I was 16 and got pulled over. When the cop seen my DL, he asked: “Are yu Lyle’s kid?”
Yup
“Here’s your ID, you are in enough shit already. Good luck.”
Boy, I bet THAT warmed the cockles of your heart!
Nuttin’ like a reputation, good or bad!
Grumpy that in a sense is a great story and I would consider it a hell of a memory.
The one I got out of the statement was, “How do you know your drivers license number? you’re one of two who knew their DL number that did not have a criminal record”. Will tell you the whole story over a cold libation hopefully someday.
Early on, when I was learning to program as a kid, I figured out how they generated the Washington State DLs, so memorization to me was easy.
Then the FedGov poked their noses in the country-wide DLs and I haven’t bothered to memorize the new one.
my dad was from eastern KY. and every summer we go down for a week to 10 days
some of the best times as kid where when I was there. and aunts and uncles,
dad was one of 13 kids. and most of them had farms of their own. like spend 2-3 days with one and then go to another one for a few days. but staying at grandma’s was always the best time. my aunts showed how to fish, catch snapper turtles
and skin game. I remember my sister asking for chicken for supper and going out with grandma to find the one she wanted to eat. she was 8, I think.
my one uncle loved to play with TNT a lot. so, we got to play with it too.
funny how the local store had it in stock (?) along with basting caps and wire.
never see that today. buying 50 cents worth of 22 rounds. at 10 years or age ?
funny thing, there where guns everywhere there and no one got shot ?
that is a time we will never see again in this country.
today kids have no idea what they are missing.
Being a Proud Southern White Man myself I was raised around and by some of the fiercest, strongest, most practical and industrious women to ever shit between a pair of tennis shoes. (That is Popcorn Sutton’s saying not mine!) 😂