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from an old Kentucky newspaper
Jun. 15th, 2009 10:58 pmMany a years ago a man by the name of Matt Leath traveled through this territory and stopped at the Sam Howard boarding house. Everyone liked Matt because he was a well informed person who could talk on almost any subject.
A man by the name of "Uncle Jim" had been working all day on Poor Fork in the rain and was "wet to the bone." He was in a bad mood.
Leath and his companions were discussing the here-after. "I don't believe in hell," Uncle Jim chimmed in. Matt Leath disgustedly turned away.
"A feller that talks like that, I don't want nothin' to do with him," said Leath. About a year later "Uncle Jim" met Leath again on the porch of the boarding house. "Say Jim, do you remember what you said about a year ago on this porch?" Leath asked.
"I guess I do." he replied.
"They tell me you married a gal a few months ago, now what do you believe?" Leath questioned. "Uncle Jim" slowly dropped his head and walked away.
And the following...
An old timer recalls receiving unwanted advice from one of his elders pertaining to his approaching marriage.
"Hear you're aimin' to get married to that little black eyed gal I seed you sparkin. No use tellin' you better, you wouldn't pay no attention," the elderly advisor said, as if talking to himself. "You'll find out that wimmen is a queer nation of folks," he said as he slowly walked down the road shaking his head.
A man by the name of "Uncle Jim" had been working all day on Poor Fork in the rain and was "wet to the bone." He was in a bad mood.
Leath and his companions were discussing the here-after. "I don't believe in hell," Uncle Jim chimmed in. Matt Leath disgustedly turned away.
"A feller that talks like that, I don't want nothin' to do with him," said Leath. About a year later "Uncle Jim" met Leath again on the porch of the boarding house. "Say Jim, do you remember what you said about a year ago on this porch?" Leath asked.
"I guess I do." he replied.
"They tell me you married a gal a few months ago, now what do you believe?" Leath questioned. "Uncle Jim" slowly dropped his head and walked away.
And the following...
An old timer recalls receiving unwanted advice from one of his elders pertaining to his approaching marriage.
"Hear you're aimin' to get married to that little black eyed gal I seed you sparkin. No use tellin' you better, you wouldn't pay no attention," the elderly advisor said, as if talking to himself. "You'll find out that wimmen is a queer nation of folks," he said as he slowly walked down the road shaking his head.
