After a long week in Bama, under trying circumstances...I've come away with an odd observation or two. First, I've come to realize that I need to refer to myself as a "descendant of Mr. Van" (my grandfather).
From the visitation period that one evening, there must have been at least twenty-five stories told of Mr Van. In truth, my dad is almost one hundred-percent Mr Van....and I'm probably pulling eighty-to-ninety percent.
Mr. Van ends up being this farmer in the local area who could carry a bit on wit and wisdom. He also favored decent cigars, and could handle a fifth every now and then.....even in a dry county. My grandmother probably could only manage him twelve hours a day with her disciplinary tactics....the rest of the time....he was free as the wind.
To be honest, Mr. Van did snuff, cigars, and probably did a fair amount of liquor in his life....and only lived to be one hundred years old. If he'd skipped all those evils.....he might have lived longer.
My family has an odd history to base this wit and character upon. The original descendant in the local area.....came to an unfortunate end....having a blind donkey, and attempted to ride him along a hillside cliff as darkness came along. It's best to say that ever since that event.....we've had this sense of life hanging in the balance.....with a fair amount of wit on the other side of this balance.
The second observation? Well....my dad and brother took me out the final day on a drive, and we passed around by an older house (I won't give my brother the location), but there was a hefty gal of 200 pounds out on the porch of this older wooden house in a bright red terrycloth bathrobe (appearing to not have much on underneath this), and sitting on the couch of the front porch.
For those who aren't familiar with home locations, old homes were traditionally within thirty foot of the road.
It's best to say this was a fair-sized eyeful. Luckily, my brother was driving, and missed the event.
In Bama, you really need to ride as a passenger as much as possible, otherwise, you might miss seeing things like this.
Up in Virginia, we don't have many homes that near the road, or featuring couches on the porch, or having voluptuous women lounging within thirty foot of the road. Maybe, that's a good thing.