Thursday, September 22, 2005

Movie review: Junebug

Ten years ago, I went to my grandmother’s funeral in Southwestern Ohio. My father was the youngest of nine children, which means that both he and I have cousins old enough to be our parents, and that I’m part of an extended family of which I have met maybe 10 percent. During the final service at the gravesite, I remember looking around at the motley collection of mouth-breathers, rednecks, slack-jaws and hill-williams that made up my family. Being of Scotch-Irish descent, I thought to myself, “You know, if we were back in the old country centuries ago, these people would be my clan.” The thought gave me the shivers.

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At 9:40 AM, Anonymous Maudie said...

Mr. F -Scots-Irish..scotch is for drinkin' 8^) (of highland descent myself)..

At 3:09 PM, Blogger Mr. Fabulous said...

Thanks Maudie-- perhaps the fact that I was drinking scotch at the time I wrote this had something to do with the error!


Mr. Fabulous


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