While entertaining myself by reading some of my old posts, a few paragraphs here and there jumped out and spoke to me. Bragging. I like some of these and thought to mention the ones I particularly enjoy.
This is the opening paragraph of "A Test of Patience." It is in the voice of Uncle Jep. It tickles me. The paragraph is rather long by my standards, yet shorter than most of Washington's paragraphs, compare, for instance, with his First Inaugural address where some of his sentences ran to more than 100 words.
"Did I tell you about the time your granny's mother come over to visit
her daughter? Stayed two years, she did. Sam plum wore his wits clear
to they ends tryin' to figure a way to get her to go home. Now, Sam
liked Margaret, that was your great grandma's name. Nobody ever called
her "Maggie" or "Peggy" neither. She was Margaret Sarah Alexena
Florabelle Chloe Ann Wilson, you know, of the East Branch Wilsons. "You
may call me Margaret," she says. Anyhow, Sam did truly like his
mother-in-law, but as he put it, "in shorter bits and pieces, no
disrespect intended." Now I for one don't rightly see how you could
take her any shorter, 'cause she stood maybe four-foot five in those
black high-top shoes she allus wore. But I'm strayin' all over the
pasture. Say, did you see that new bull Red Hurd got over in his south
pasture? Bee-yoo-tiful black thing he is. Simmental. Red got him offa
Ayers over on the Huerfano. That bull ain't no orphan, though, got a
pedigree longer'n my left arm. Red is proud as a Longhorn rooster just
done the whole Plymouth Rock hen house. But he ain't talkin' how much
it cost him. Feard Maybelle will find out, I reckon. Well, Bob Ayers
did take his wife, Lou Ann to Galveston for a week, for what that's
worth. Both 'n'm come home redder'n a Maine lobster been in the
boilin' water. Anyway, Doc Barrett says they'll live. I know it is a
sin to covet, but I really wish I had that bull. Forgive me, Lord."
Full story here.