Keeping it all in the Family .......
How that Father of mine could begin drinking beer at seven thirty in the morning was beyond me ! But whenever he would be that much in need of a beer buzz so early in the morning, you just knew you were going to be in for an exiting day ......And it was after all , Saturday . Now , he was a red headed of Scotch -Irish decent , my aunt Marge and my uncle "Stonewall" Jackson were whiskey drinkers and lounge singers long. long before karaoke, I knew the moment I entered our house and saw them all there "for the weekend ".......well lets just say ,that tonights the night to party .
Uncle Jack was a quiet and intense kind of guy , another old Scottsman , quite grumpy in general [when sober ], but one heck of a work horse ! He worked all day delivering lumber , loading and un-loading by hand from the back of trucks for a sawmill company And yet , whenever he came home from work with a bottle of Black Velvet whiskey , wrapped in a brown paper bag .......well , let's just say rumors would begin to buzz in the background , " tonight , Uncle Jacks turning it loose .
And aunt Marge , she was a tough as a barrel of case hardened railroad spikes , she could dance a jig like no one else , especially after she'd had a couple of "nightcaps "..... and the worse part was this ...............she was a groper , and one of the most famous female bear huggers in the New England colonies . if you were to enter the room at the wrong time she would instantly focus directly on her teenage nephew, [me ] and begin to grab ,fondle and generally molest you like a kissing cousin from a lost world of giants .
But hey .....after all , it was Saturday night ! And Saturday nights were special in our house . My mother would be busying herself with avoiding my uncles slow waltzing serenades , he liked to sing , especially the songs of his favorite singer .........the Canadian , "Englebert Humperdinck "
I can see him now twirling my mother in a waltz singing "Please release me , Let me go , for I don't love you anymore "..........Black Velvet spilling from his glass , stumbling around the dining room , my Father mumbling about old war stories , my aunt trying to get me to dance with her .......ah the memories ............my father said he met my uncle jack as my father was playing guitar and a harmonica at a barn dance . Uncle Jack walked up to him took his bottle of whiskey , downed half of it and passed out cold on the sawdust floor .
I must say , we had a very unusual family , a big one too ! And these parties were always there , Ahh the good ole days ! I remember them waltzing in the dining room , screeches of delight [or anger ] from my Mother , my Father mumbling about the good old days , and everyone talking at once about the old memories of those near forgotten barn dances , stories of old working ,logging camps , long winters and longer summers . growing up on farms , and me and my brothers hanging out with my cousins in the back ground ........ kissing cousins too , in the shadow of these get togethers !
Next : a story about my cousin Konnie the greatest kisser in New England ! LOL........