Monday, May 03, 2010


1. What would a group called Rescue Ink do? I don't know. The only group I know of is the group of ladies that gathers around the old well and gossips after church every Sunday. Mama and Grandma is talking all week about what they heard in the church yard last Sunday and avowing they will never be gossips themselves, But every Sunday they are right in the thick of it.
2. Your great-great- great grandchild is researching her past--what one thing about you is going to catch her interest?
I 'spect if it's a HE then he will be trying to write about me and the other Montgomerys and why we did the things we did,he being our own kin and all.
3. How many books do you own? Have you read most of them? I don't own no books,but I read Pa's books. Last book he got was just last week when he got a copy of Charles Darwin's book about the trip around the world on a ship called the Beagle. I didn't know ships could be named after dogs,but times are changing I guess. Pa brought it home whenst he returned from New Orleans.Had one them new Dix notes too.He says people in New Orleans is using 'em for real money.I don't see how they could be real being paper and all.
4. You are alone, walking down the street in an unknown city and a raggedy looking man with very strong odor steps out of the shadows and asks for help. He's holding something in a blanket in his arms, but you can't see what its is. What do you do? Oh,that would be somebody like John Elton trying to fool somebody into giving him a gallon of 'shine. I would tell old John to go home.Grandpa makes the best 'shine in these parts.
5. How many pens are within your reach at this very moment? Two, I think. We keep the chickens in one and the pigs in the other. The mules and horses are in the pasture with the cow.
Oh,did you mean like a writing pencil? I still have a stubby one left from my schooling. Keep it by my tick-stand.
6. You get a vacation to a tropical island or mountain cabin. The vacation is for six months, but you are not allowed to take any people with you. Would you accept it--and which would you prefer? Hahaahaha! I climb up and down the mountain everyday. Still, I wouldn't want to be stuck on no abandoned island. I li! ke havin g folks around.
7. Think of the titles of your three favorite songs. Now, taking one word from each title, make up a title of a new song. What genre would it be?
Hmmmm, there is a new one just published last year called Lorena. We all love it.Everybody for miles around hums it while doing chores. My little brother Grady plays it first and last thing at the hoe-down every Saturday night.Folks love to hear him play his guitar and sing them love songs. All the gals is in love with Grady.Me and him both has blue eyes and black hair,but he can sing. Boy can he sing. And when he does his blue eyes mist over like there is a deep fog rolling in and the girls just go crazy over him.
I hope someday to find a girl who feels thataway about me.But, I ain't a bit jealous of Grady.If the need should arise I would die for him.
8. You can have your favorite meal tonight, what is on the table? Don't know! We eat pork,potatoes, and corn on the even numbered days,and on the odd days we eat potatoes,corn, and pork. Sometimes Pa will tell me to dress a lazy old rooster for Sunday dinner.Don't dare dress a hen until they quit laying.
9. What genre of writing would you like to try but never have? Why haven't you? I don't reckon the good Lord ever intended for me to be a storyteller since he made me so stubborn and mule-headed. 'Bout all I can do well is shoot straight and often, and I have picked up a few cussing words from my cousin, Stanley.One of these days I'm gonna make a Flat-Stanley outta him.
10. This one is especially for Miss Callie, but we all can answer....What do you want to be when you grow up?
That's the name Grandpa wanted for one of his granddaughters. Don't know if he will get her or not,but time will tell I suppose.
Would be something IF I was to get married,and if I had a son,and he had a daughter named Callie,and she turned out to be the Great Aunt Callie of my descendant who was reading the poem, Dear Ancestor.You know, the one about your heartbeat not being entirely your own,but a part of all your ancestors before you.

©-2010-Jay Hudson


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