That's Just Part Of It: Memwars of a Southern Misfit - Couverture souple

Hudspeth, Bobbye L

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 1790991722 ISBN 13 : 9781790991723

Editeur : Independently published, 2018

Synopsis

I was born in rural Alabama in the late 50s. Just in time to experience the period of American history that includes the bloodiest parts of the Civil Rights movement, Woodstock, Alaska and Hawaii achieving statehood and hippies (peacefully) protesting their right to free love and lots of weed and the threat of a war in Vietnam. Those are the facts that I find on the internet anyway. It seems I grew up in a different America. One that was filled with farm animals, choir practice, motor oil and Bondo, church, butterflies, monolithic television sets, fried chicken, gardening with my grandfather, making mud patties in grandma’s flower bed (until she caught me) and Elvis. Quite a lot of my 60s were spent watching my Aunt Lucille's big fancy new color television set. I grew up in living color thanks to that TV. If you had asked me then, and I'd understood the question, I'd have said the NBC peacock was my spirit animal. I’d probably have said that Walt Disney was a god, but not where either grandpa could hear me. There was also the part about learning about sex underneath my grandparents bed (not what you think) and figuring out how to say “bless your heart” and “ain’t that nice” instead of “@#&% you &#$%.”I don’t know whether my world was different because it was rural Alabama, that my parents tried to keep my in a bubble for most of my life, or whether it’s just that my memory is faulty. When thinking about my childhood, I have to admit it wasn’t all cotton bolls and fluffy biscuits and “we were such a happy people.” I didn’t grow up in a Disney movie, and I don’t see any reason to pretend otherwise. It was what it was. It made me who I am, the good, the bad and the sometimes emotionally unstable. I loved my family then, I love and am proud of what’s left of it now. Throughout my life, I’ve been told that things happen to me that “just don’t happen to normal people.” I have no idea why, but I can’t argue the point. It’s been that way since I almost died eating my first pickled egg in our country store. And a lot of those stories, in retrospect, are good for a few giggles. I wrote this book originally on the request of one of them fancy New York agents, after she’d read a few posts on my “Growing Up Southern” blog. I diligently waded through photographs and memories (I miss Jim Croce!) and penned my life story for all to see. And then she died. The book sat in my computer for a few years while my adult life went on. It waited while I got sick, healed, watched as my husband died and as I made huge life-altering changes. Now, it’s time it comes out of the box. I hope you smile a lot. I do when I remember. It’s mostly good, and the part that isn’t…well, that’s just part of it.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Independently published
• Date d'édition: 2018
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 10: 1790991722
• ISBN 13: 9781790991723
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 206
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