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Colorful is the word I would use for her family. Her Mom died when Mother was but 21 and my grandfather who we affectionately called Daddy Jack was a drinker (that's nice talk for a drunk). The whole town knew my Daddy Jack and my Uncle Channy who was a well to do son of a southern family and also a drinker. Uncle Channy was married to my Mom's sister who was a social climber and a steadfast good christian lady. My cousins were terrible brats who always thought they were better than the cousins who came from the back water of New Mexico. So there you have the family run down.
Every time we went back to TN. The extended family (oh I don't even have enough energy to type about their behaviors) would always have a fish fry at the lake house. Now what that really meant was they were gonna get together and talk about everyone who wasn't there. Sit around a fire and "cast a mean streak" on those poor unfortunates.
As a kid I never caught on to what that meant. And as I look back, I'm not sure that some of them were aware of the intention and effect of what they said and did had on the poor unfortunates.
As an adult, a witch, a woman, a mother, a grandmother, a tree hugger, an animal kisser, I do.
We are, with the help of our friends, and special thanks to those that sent ideas for ingredients and "recipes", gonna have us a fish fry for those poor unfortunates who deserve having a mean streak cast on them.
I haven't had a good fish fry in awhile and look forward to the results of our endeavors.
Ya know what I mean?