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CHAPTER 1: Bush Hog
Feudin banjos from the movie, Deliverance is echoing throughout the jail. I'm writing compliments of another two year stay with the county. The Feudin banjos were created the year I was born, 1955. City folks ridicule Hillbillies in movies and real life, but more so for inbred Hillbillies. I can't stand that movie, but we can't battle the framework and the lion's share rules. Raping, inbreeding and screwing creatures in Appalachia's mountains is valid. These are memoirs from my outhouse.
Hillbilly men screw the damnation out of women and animals, but so do ministers, white collars, blue collars, and city men in suits. Raping and inbreeding is not confined nor was it created or started by Hillbillies or my mountains. I grew up with this wiped out poo with a lot of the men on both sides of my family. Family wants me to shut up about it all, but that's not going to happen and you'll understand why after reading the entire story.
Mom's side of the family plays guitars, banjos, pianos, accordions, lap guitars, juice harps, and sing by nature with no lessons. Mom's side of the family has gorgeous women and both women and men have amazing talents. I had an awesome grandma and awesome aunts and uncles I loved spending the summers with and dad and mom practically had to drag me away from grandma, my aunts and uncles.
They get mad if I use their names in my books so I try not to use real names unless they're abusive dead husbands, abusive boyfriends, my children or immediate family or it happened to me personally or I saw it with own eyes. We didn't have city garments mom and dad couldn't afford clothes for all of us so I wore hand me downs, my brother's clothes and mom's clothes pinned up on me. Hillbillies have huge families, mostly blood kinfolk, holler creatures.
Maybe the rest of the family is ashamed of being Appalachian Inbred Hillbillies, but personally I have no defects, I'm not blue and I'm proud of it because I loved my grandma, aunts and some of my uncles dearly. Most of my family have more talent than the biggest country/honky tonk singers in the world! Did I mention that most of the women have amazing beauty?
There are many darks secrets on both sides of the family and I'm sure we're not the only family with dark secrets, but if laundered in public they won't like me, again. Raping and interbreeding was as common as moonshine, double barrels, cock battles, clear sweet mountain water, and homegrown weed. We built outhouses and later put doors on them. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, but childhood was spent in the Appalachia mountains with my debased Hillbilly family.
I tried to stay near my aunts for safety, but that wasn't always possible. My brothers, uncles and cousins assaulted and raped us girls convincing us it's our fault for enticing them. Dad believed that all women are born whores and lure men. Explain to a nine year old what enticing, luring and a whore is. When the boys were caught trying to rape me or I snitched the family didn't want me around because I expose evil and they say, "You cause trouble."
My only escape from dad's manhandling was when we drove from Indianapolis, Indiana to Winchester, Kentucky to leave us kids with grandma on mom's side during the summers. Sometimes we were left with Aunt Elsie and Uncle Oakley and they had a lot of boys who were raping my sisters and me. Uncle Oakley never got around to raping me, but he used to put his hands in my panties all the time. Dad always thought and accused mom of screwing other men.
She tried because I took notes from mom to men, but I don't blame her, dad was a nut job. Dad was a charlatan false prophet Pentecost Oneness Evangelist preacher, a volunteer fireman and a volunteer medic for the fire department working three days on and three days off. Dad also owned and maintained the Dependable Fire Extinguisher and Equipment Company. Us kids worked with dad on his business and helped him build, repair and maintain our three story house.
He hated me, but I adored him and I'm marked a preacher's daughter forever. Sometimes I anticipated bad circumstances when I was at Aunt Elsi and Uncle Oakley's so I fled into the mountains with nature's peace with the exception of uproarious creatures. I was learning to write with a stick in the dirt so I can write about what men on both sides of our families were doing to my sisters and me.
I can't talk about a lot of what went on, but if I saw it with my eyes or they did to me I can and will. Everyone had large families and women of all ages were pregnant at the same time. Mom, aunts and grandma were having home births in different rooms. Normal was eleven to eighteen. Relatives were blood kinfolk inbreeding inside family. Grandma and grandpa were first cousins, but are loved dearly by us all. Well not so much grandpa cuz mom told me he used to rape her.
Family originated in the mountains, but in dad's youth he was known in Winchester, Kentucky as a homeless alcoholic drug addict. My little sister, Darlene used to whisper in my ears, "Sissy I'm sick." She was diabetic and epileptic and tumbles to the floor savagely jerking and gulping her tongue. Dad said; "It's demonic" and beat her till her bowels and bladder gave out. I always cowered for fear I'm next.
CHAPTER 1: Bush Hog
Feudin banjos from the movie, Deliverance is echoing throughout the jail. I'm writing compliments of another two year stay with the county. The Feudin banjos were created the year I was born, 1955. City folks ridicule Hillbillies in movies and real life, but more so for inbred Hillbillies. I can't stand that movie, but we can't battle the framework and the lion's share rules. Raping, inbreeding and screwing creatures in Appalachia's mountains is valid. These are memoirs from my outhouse.
Hillbilly men screw the damnation out of women and animals, but so do ministers, white collars, blue collars, and city men in suits. Raping and inbreeding is not confined nor was it created or started by Hillbillies or my mountains. I grew up with this wiped out poo with a lot of the men on both sides of my family. Family wants me to shut up about it all, but that's not going to happen and you'll understand why after reading the entire story.
Mom's side of the family plays guitars, banjos, pianos, accordions, lap guitars, juice harps, and sing by nature with no lessons. Mom's side of the family has gorgeous women and both women and men have amazing talents. I had an awesome grandma and awesome aunts and uncles I loved spending the summers with and dad and mom practically had to drag me away from grandma, my aunts and uncles.
They get mad if I use their names in my books so I try not to use real names unless they're abusive dead husbands, abusive boyfriends, my children or immediate family or it happened to me personally or I saw it with own eyes. We didn't have city garments mom and dad couldn't afford clothes for all of us so I wore hand me downs, my brother's clothes and mom's clothes pinned up on me. Hillbillies have huge families, mostly blood kinfolk, holler creatures.
Maybe the rest of the family is ashamed of being Appalachian Inbred Hillbillies, but personally I have no defects, I'm not blue and I'm proud of it because I loved my grandma, aunts and some of my uncles dearly. Most of my family have more talent than the biggest country/honky tonk singers in the world! Did I mention that most of the women have amazing beauty?
There are many darks secrets on both sides of the family and I'm sure we're not the only family with dark secrets, but if laundered in public they won't like me, again. Raping and interbreeding was as common as moonshine, double barrels, cock battles, clear sweet mountain water, and homegrown weed. We built outhouses and later put doors on them. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, but childhood was spent in the Appalachia mountains with my debased Hillbilly family.
I tried to stay near my aunts for safety, but that wasn't always possible. My brothers, uncles and cousins assaulted and raped us girls convincing us it's our fault for enticing them. Dad believed that all women are born whores and lure men. Explain to a nine year old what enticing, luring and a whore is. When the boys were caught trying to rape me or I snitched the family didn't want me around because I expose evil and they say, "You cause trouble."
My only escape from dad's manhandling was when we drove from Indianapolis, Indiana to Winchester, Kentucky to leave us kids with grandma on mom's side during the summers. Sometimes we were left with Aunt Elsie and Uncle Oakley and they had a lot of boys who were raping my sisters and me. Uncle Oakley never got around to raping me, but he used to put his hands in my panties all the time. Dad always thought and accused mom of screwing other men.
She tried because I took notes from mom to men, but I don't blame her, dad was a nut job. Dad was a charlatan false prophet Pentecost Oneness Evangelist preacher, a volunteer fireman and a volunteer medic for the fire department working three days on and three days off. Dad also owned and maintained the Dependable Fire Extinguisher and Equipment Company. Us kids worked with dad on his business and helped him build, repair and maintain our three story house.
He hated me, but I adored him and I'm marked a preacher's daughter forever. Sometimes I anticipated bad circumstances when I was at Aunt Elsi and Uncle Oakley's so I fled into the mountains with nature's peace with the exception of uproarious creatures. I was learning to write with a stick in the dirt so I can write about what men on both sides of our families were doing to my sisters and me.
I can't talk about a lot of what went on, but if I saw it with my eyes or they did to me I can and will. Everyone had large families and women of all ages were pregnant at the same time. Mom, aunts and grandma were having home births in different rooms. Normal was eleven to eighteen. Relatives were blood kinfolk inbreeding inside family. Grandma and grandpa were first cousins, but are loved dearly by us all. Well not so much grandpa cuz mom told me he used to rape her.
Family originated in the mountains, but in dad's youth he was known in Winchester, Kentucky as a homeless alcoholic drug addict. My little sister, Darlene used to whisper in my ears, "Sissy I'm sick." She was diabetic and epileptic and tumbles to the floor savagely jerking and gulping her tongue. Dad said; "It's demonic" and beat her till her bowels and bladder gave out. I always cowered for fear I'm next.