Ain’t Fitten for the Dawrgs

The Elam family lived nearby, excellent neighbors, though not too long descended to Cuthand Creek from the Ozarks. You did have to watch your step around pipe-smoking Granny in her long skirts, brogans and speech bearing the distinctive mark of ‘the hills.’  A feisty, old lady, she tended to get fired up when offended.  I loved her distinct language, Continue reading