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"Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy. The amount of work is the same."~~~Francesca Reigler

Tuesday, July 19

It's a Man's World

My grandmother really believed that it was a man's world. She catered to the men that really should have been whooped everyday. I am still puzzled as to how a whole fryer was to feed six at dinner, but when my daddy was going to work she fried him a whole chicken to take with him. The chicken was also fried at 3am. I like to think that it was that she was so tickled that he was even going to work. She said she could do that if he would just go. I have been guilty of pushing him off to work, also. I have on Sunday afternoon when he was to head to Jackson Mississippi to work shave his face. He was always still drunk from the weekend at home; He giggled the whole time I was shaving him. This was really wanting someone to get off to work. It would have been different if the money made was going to make the family have better. The brunt of the money earned was going to the Parker's or the Patricks. These are the names of the career bootleggers of western Lauderdale County.
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Working on a car can be dangerous. The car can fall if it is jacked up and fall. With daddy working on anything seemed as if fire was the main danger. Grandmother's house had not been built back long after their fire. We were living in a new brick house, which I thought was a mansion. I drive by there now and am amazed at how small it seems. That night he had pulled the navy blue Dodge Dart he was driving at the time beside the carport. I always got really worried when he tried to do something drunk. He had to, just had to get the car fixed, to go visit Parker. Parker was the local bootlegger. One of the local bootleggers. Lauderdale County was dry. Traveling to Pulaski was really not an option, considering the not so reliable car Daddy had. I could see out the kitchen door as he stood under the hood messing with the breather on the top of the engine. He took it off and was pouring gas into the carburetor. The next thing I knew flames were coming from under the hood of the car. Forget there being an easy way to put the fire out. There was not a water hose hooked up. It was before fire extinguishers were standard in homes. Dirt was the answer at that moment. I saw the fire and him getting sand from the pile that was left in front of the house from the building back of Grandmothers house. The fire was finally put out, but the car was in need of more repairs than before he started.

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