inyati13":2vot4qci said:
kenny thomas":2vot4qci said:
Who considers KY a southern state?
I was raised very poor, we had no running water or inside bathroom until I was in college. But we worked every day very hard to live and never ask for a handout and never took one. We didn't lay on our azz and wait for a check to get here. We ate and lived but had no extras. I am very proud of what my family has done. But there are those here that have never and never will work a day. We as workers and taxpayers keep them fat and sassy. They have the votes just as we do but there is getting to be too many of them. They are the WHITE TRASH. For me its not black or white, red or yellow. Its trying hard or being a deadbeat.
I could have written that!!!
We took a bath once a week with a wash pan and wash cloth. Our sheets were washed once a month. They were stained brown from the soil that rubbed off our bodies. There were soil stains around our ears and hairline, mud rivulets from sweat running down our necks. Ankles were shadowed with soil. I had crusty dirt around my ankles at the top of my bogan shoes. I thought all that was normal. We did brush our teeth. No candy, no store bought beverages. If someone brought a banana or fruit, the frenzy was like shark week. I am the only one who had a fantasy that I could go to college. Dad fought with me for a year saying I could not go. My brother told me recently he wanted to go but he saw what I went through with Dad and said he didn't want to bear that pain. When I left, Dad had nothing to do with me. He would not sign my NDSL application for financial aid until mom laid the law down that he had to. She was the only person who ever told my dad what to do. I rarely went home. I was asked many times why I never went home. I joked that "would you leave the copacabana to stay at the Super 8.
I haven't heard brogan shoes in decades :lol:
Remember walking to church with my grandma every time the doors opened, she had an old model t for some reason we walked.
Not to insult anyone when I got an earache as a lad I remember her catching a bessy bug to put the juice in my ear with a lock of N hair.
Black lady she knew was walking to the store and she ask her for a lock of hair. Cured the ear ache now if that ain't country I'll kiss your a$$.