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Date Posted: 00:21:25 01/02/03 Thu
Author: ladyday
Subject: Great Book! I highly recommend it to everyone! Some funny quotes inside:
In reply to: Lafaux 's message, "I would love to have Michael come by to discuss one of his books with us. Wonder if we can get a certain somebody to pull some strings???" on 04:56:32 12/12/02 Thu

From "Patty":

"Southern men are often drunk and hauling at people, but they don't cry in public unless their mothers have died or their alma mater's lost a bowl game."

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Here's a few samples from the chapter/story titled "Flonnie":

At ten o'clock when the Lord was expecting to hear from her, Flonnie said her prayers on her knees, one hand clinched tightly around the back of a grandchild's neck to insure that we did the same. "Show the Lord some respect. He won't truck with a wiggler. A whiner neither." Then she sang us lullabies that scared us to death.
"Way down yonder, in the meadow, Lies a poor little baby, Gnats and flies picking out his eyes. Poor little thing is crying Mammy."

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Whenever Flonnie called us "honey" or "honeylamb", we knew we were going to be sent on an errand, for the rest of the time she called us "child" or "young 'un" or assigned us an arbitrary name, usually a cousin's. "I'm not Jimmy, I'm Phillip."
"It's no never mind to me what you callin' yourself. Carry that dog out this kitchen 'fore I toss it in my stove and fry it quicker'n you can say Jack Robinson."

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