I was interested in Andy’s observations, because while Andy lacked a formal education, the man wasn’t dumb. He had a lot of common sense and he was very capable of formulating his ideas clearly. I was always impressed with his logic in most cases. I had to ask, “Uncle Andy, how did ya decide Hitler’s momma didn’t like him?”
“Mule, could ya love a man sportin’ a funny looking mustache or had his hair combed like that?”
“In today’s world that don’t mean nothin’ Uncle Andy. Live and let live.” Maude spoke and gave us all a big wide grin. I suddenly realized if she lost about three hundred and sixty pounds, she would be a very attractive woman. Well, she would have to get rid of the neon red hair dye too, but she had potential.
“Now, listen to me right now. We ain’t heah to discuss no sexual a-fairs. Let’s change the subject.” Once again it was my momma. I looked over at her and wondered, Sex?
“Ok, I heah ya Edna, I didn’t mean to upset ya none. I was just runnin’ my mouth off is all.” Andy, my momma’s brother, knew better than to get her started. My mother was a fairly quiet and laid-back woman, unless you upset her on three subjects; if Elvis was dead, religion, and sexuality. She had strong views on all three. See, she thought Elvis was still alive and livin’ in a doublewide mo’bile home in the country near Macon, Georgia. And, she never discussed religion or sexuality at all.
“I don’t know aint Edna, what ‘bout all them women he’s been with?” Grasshopper, once more demonstrated her high level of organized thought processes.
“What in Sam’s hell, are ya a-talkin’ ‘bout?” It was Nancy Lucille and I was surprised, very surprised. It was rare to get two comments out of the woman a single night.
“That mov’ee star feller. What did ya thank I was a-talkin’ ‘bout Nancy?”
“Hit’s Nancy Lucille, bug woman, and not Nancy. Onliest my momma calls me Nancy,” Nancy Lucille was quickly on the attack.
