Dozens of Cousins

Neither Corwin nor Kelvin could be rounded up for this  cousin picture.  They had other fish to fry.cousinsAunt Essie, like all of my aunts, was a wonder of fertility, if not child-rearing acumen.  She had seven of the meanest boys outside Alcatraz.  Thank God, her reproductive equipment gave out before she managed more.  I thought Mother was just exaggerating when she said they’d all end up in jail or dead before they were thirty.  She was wrong.  Only four of the seven did jail time, and of these, one died in a bar fight after he was released at the age of twenty-eight.  Most of rest passed their time boozing it up at Aunt Essie’s house when they weren’t begetting children or needed in jail.  Contrary to Mother’s unjust prediction,  all made it past thirty.   The meanest of the lot turned out to be pretty boring.  He opened a very successful auto body shop and became a deacon.

When Aunt Essie’s boys weren’t trying to kill us, they could be entertaining.  Uncle July was an avid hog-hunter.   He was extremely proud of his Catahoula Cur Hog Dog, Catch.  Catch would go berserk with hog lust and “catch” wild hogs by the ear,  hanging on until commanded to turn loose; not a nice dog.  Uncle July kept him penned up, sternly warning us to stay away from the fence.  Catch might rage through the fence, “catching” us by the ear.

Aunt Essie and Uncle July heard “catch” noises from the dog pen and were horrified to realize one of their angelic three-year-old twins was missing.  They rushed out and found Kelvin and the monster dog rolling around in the dog pen.  Expecting to retrieve the bloody body of his precious child, Uncle July leapt into to the pen to find Kelvin latched down on Catch’s ear, blood pouring from the tattered edges.  When asked why he bit the dog, Kelvin replied, “Dog bite me.”  Kelvin was fine except for a few drag marks.

Considering his tender age, it seemed premature to categorize Kelvin, but he showed all the hallmarks of a crazed redneck.  Energized and empowered by his encounter with “Catch”, his strange little mind focused on the unfortunate beast, making his life a living hell.  Despite his concerned parents’ warning, he was soon back in Catch’s pen, Catch cowering in the barrel half-buried in the dirt that passed for a dog house, howling piteously for rescue.  Realizing he was no threat to Kelvin, Aunt Essie and Uncle July abandoned him to his misery, knowing Kelvin was off their backs as long as poor Catch was crying.  Catch wet himself and ran under the truck next time Uncle July tried to take him out hog hunting. His spirit was broken.  Uncle July swapped him off to an unsuspecting buddy the first chance he got.

Surviving five horrible older brothers made Kelvin and Corwin tough little devils.  Their parents doted on all the boys, seemingly unconcerned about their reputations as hellions.  When people complained about their bullying, their stock reply was, “What did your Johnny do to them?”  They artfully ignored the obvious fact that the damaged kid was three years younger.  Aunt Essie grieved because the twins would be her last babies, so she let them carry their baby bottles till the school put a stop to it.  It was bizarre to see them coming in from playing football with their brothers, pull their bottles out of their back pockets, and fill them for themselves.  They were fluent in profanity from the time they could talk.

Kelvin wasn’t the sharpest kid around, but had an adventurous appetite, frequently crowding the dogs out for their dog chow.  He ate the little pills dropped by our goats, saying, “Yum!  M&M s.”  We let him have all he wanted.  As an adult, between stints in jail, he lived in the dugout of the local ballpark.   He wore out his welcome with Aunt Essie and his tippling brothers when he threatened to burn her house down over their heads.   He was forcibly extricated by the more sober among them, but did live to the ripe old age of forty-one.

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16 thoughts on “Dozens of Cousins

  1. Rosa Ave Fénix says:

    But… do you know sometimes I have to go to the loo because your stories make me laugh so much??? You’re terrific!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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  2. Wow, I’m at a loss for the correct words, but what an entertaining story! My grandparents on both my mother and fathers side were perpetual breeders. My father was the youngest of 13 and my mom was one of 8 children. My great grandmother was one of, are you ready for this . . . 16! Oh those horny catholic French Canadians! Meant with no disrespect of course.

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