/The way it worked out, I was born in East Los Angeles to an Okie family. My family called me the baby of the family, a title I always hated. But anyway, two sisters and a brother were older. My mom, dad, brother, and oldest sister came from the red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. So, including me and my youngest sister and no matter how you define it, we were blood Okies regardless of our birth place. Which, as mentioned before, was in East L. A. If we were not Okie by birth place and ancestry then by appearance and manner. A smelly bunch and fraught with poor behavior. Noisy while eating, and void of articulation. None of us knew courtesy, politeness, nor were we willing to just sit and listen. Just a gathering of humanoid skunks. Petulant and always hungry. And we bathed only on Saturday evenings by the way. -3-menu�����
Great Plaines Aliens
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I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com View more posts
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