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Down Home Hillbilly Hootenanny

Jumping Jehoshaphat’s! It is a down home true hillbilly hootenanny! They are jiving and whirling, and the accordion is a twirling! I run to find my square dance dress which no longer buttons. My boobs are hanging out like Jane Russell’s but I do not care. The cousins are in town, and with them that Arkansas whiskey humor. Grandma is playing the jug, and Brother Willy is thumping his foot like a rabbit. The hootenanny brings in all the neighbors and we begins swinging and sashaying. The caller is screaming “toss your partner high in the air!” I get carried away. Little Louie hits the ceiling and his head splits open. The cousins laugh. We got a doctor in this house? More laughter. The caller keeps calling. We keep dancing. Little Louie runs sobbing off to his mama. She puts a couple of band aids on him and we all keep jiving. The cousins are here!

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