Auntie J came from Australia to visit and she managed to irritate just about everyone almost immediately. She was the subject of instant ridicule since she still kept up the Forties habit of calling everyone 'darling.'
Oh, darling, I would like to visit with the dark people. Would that be possible?
Some of y'all sibs remember this and know I'm not making it up.
The ratio of black people to white in Cincinnati is relatively high so you either learn to deal or you go somewhere else.
Ed: you went somewhere else!
Sure I did ... after I had lived there about thirty years.
She wasn't some dimwit who lived in Australia in a shoe since she had lived quite a precarious life as one of the last ones out of Hong Kong before the Japanese got there in WWII. Her husband was a merchant sea captain and he was seriously cool.
Maybe you remember Uncle S and the stories about he and Grandfather were said to be running guns up the China coast since it was clear Japan would be coming and they were supplying some defenses. There's no way to know if it was true but it sounded so Indiana Jones.
In fact, he taught my ol' Dad about maths with nothing more than some type of stick. When my ol' Dad would make a mistake, he would drop it. Do that enough times and you will get an immediately attentive student. It must have impressed my ol' Dad since he laughed about it years later on telling us.
Queen Bee thought, ok, you want to see black people? Well, let's go to a Baptist church in Avondale, a predominantly black neighborhood in Cincinnati. That completely blew her darling ass away and inside Queen Bee must have been laughing her ass off.
Queen Bee knew there wouldn't be any trouble as you show respect for the church and you will be welcome. It's only the KKK which burns them and I never heard of black people desecrating a church in any way.
We had lived in Australia for years and were well aware of the aboriginal people but they were mostly outside the city and out back because Australia may be even more racist than America. While we were amused by the absurdity of what she said, there really wasn't anything funny about it.
After she went back to Australia, she wrote one or more epics about Turd and who knows what. Turd had to have been one of us but no-one read the previews except maybe my ol' Dad. Unknown if any of y'all did that but I took a look at a bit of it and thought ... screw this.
So there's today's nostalgic flashback. Are you ready for Lawrence Welk and the bubbles now??
Oh, darling, I would like to visit with the dark people. Would that be possible?
Some of y'all sibs remember this and know I'm not making it up.
The ratio of black people to white in Cincinnati is relatively high so you either learn to deal or you go somewhere else.
Ed: you went somewhere else!
Sure I did ... after I had lived there about thirty years.
She wasn't some dimwit who lived in Australia in a shoe since she had lived quite a precarious life as one of the last ones out of Hong Kong before the Japanese got there in WWII. Her husband was a merchant sea captain and he was seriously cool.
Maybe you remember Uncle S and the stories about he and Grandfather were said to be running guns up the China coast since it was clear Japan would be coming and they were supplying some defenses. There's no way to know if it was true but it sounded so Indiana Jones.
In fact, he taught my ol' Dad about maths with nothing more than some type of stick. When my ol' Dad would make a mistake, he would drop it. Do that enough times and you will get an immediately attentive student. It must have impressed my ol' Dad since he laughed about it years later on telling us.
Queen Bee thought, ok, you want to see black people? Well, let's go to a Baptist church in Avondale, a predominantly black neighborhood in Cincinnati. That completely blew her darling ass away and inside Queen Bee must have been laughing her ass off.
Queen Bee knew there wouldn't be any trouble as you show respect for the church and you will be welcome. It's only the KKK which burns them and I never heard of black people desecrating a church in any way.
We had lived in Australia for years and were well aware of the aboriginal people but they were mostly outside the city and out back because Australia may be even more racist than America. While we were amused by the absurdity of what she said, there really wasn't anything funny about it.
After she went back to Australia, she wrote one or more epics about Turd and who knows what. Turd had to have been one of us but no-one read the previews except maybe my ol' Dad. Unknown if any of y'all did that but I took a look at a bit of it and thought ... screw this.
So there's today's nostalgic flashback. Are you ready for Lawrence Welk and the bubbles now??
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