My Brothers Turn Their Wives Into Husseys

Yes, it is true my brothers turn their wives into Husseys, that being our family sir name, the options are limited, of course this day and time they don't have to assume the husband's name, LOL.
The name itself is sufficient reason to maintain ones maiden name.
However, I always thought my sister-in-laws gave proof with the vows they loved our men!

I have had so much fun with the last name, you would be surprised at the people when you say this name that will pretend as if they misunderstood you. They will call you Ms. Hursey or Hulsey anything to keep from saying Hussey just in case they did hear it wrong!

People say to me "who were you before you married?" I love it when I get this my response is always,"oh I was an old hussey my husband says I haven't changed much..

Truly we are safe enough keeping the sir name as we do if you'll notice have an E in it.

My father was quite upset that all my brothers had girls I had the only boys and of course I took my husbands name, so the Hussey lineage from my father stopped when he passed.

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Rufus Hussey was known far and wide as The Bean Shooter Man in other words he was awesome with a slingshot. Rufus was part of a poor farm family of 13. He used the slingshot because he didn't have a shotgun of his own to use to hunt rabbit. He could hit a quarter in mid air along with other displays of amazing accuracy. As a child, I recall he would tell people the difference in eating some days was a sure shot, and that is why he was so good with a bean shooter as he called them. If you care to, you may find his accolades posted on you tube where he is shown as a guest on such places as the Johnny Carson show, and the like.
I am uncertain what relation Rufus was to my father, a cousin I believe, but I claim "kin", as they say..

Another pretty famous family member was my Uncle Curtis Hussey. In 1955, the year I was born, it seemed that uncle curt and a few others started the beginning of an almost 40 year reign of the Robbins day parade. If memory serves me correctly, the month of august towards the end of the month is when the big event took place annually Uncle curt would lead in the parade in his covered wagon, and make the trip into town. I can recall as a child seeing everyone dressed as if you were living in the days of the covered wagons, people danced in the streets and came from everywhere. Uncle Curt being the Wagon-master there in Robbins North Carolina where my father was raised I can remember the excitement every summer when my father and I would make the trip from Georgia to watch a number of his family participate.

We do have some reason to be proud of our family here and there.