A humorous memoir about growing up during the forties with an unorthodox mother. More
My family was slightly south of crazy as a Betsy bug, and way east of eccentric. Religious fervor reinforced by intolerance and ignorance, passed on to backwoods hillbillies, set the standard for behavior in our community. Mama's attempts to fit in usually resulted in illogical or bizarre or irrational behavior and often all three at once. I had to learn to adapt, rise above and on occasion hide.