[archy]

. . . although, as my grandmother remarked, General Forrest was someone that you could not POSSIBLY ask to dinner ( . . . and if you had known my grandmother you'd understand why. She'd kill Forrest, or he'd kill her.)

Out Texas way, we used to refer to that as prickly. But such are usually handy folks to have on your side during a scrap, and more often than not, they do a pretty fair job of leading by example, too.

Some are native Texans, others are drawn to Texas later in life, by inclination or circumstance. Forrest came to the Texas 1836 fight for independence from Mexico in his youth, but arrived after most of the affray was concluded. It likely made an impression on his future activities, however.

[AnAmericanMother]

Oh, my grandmother was properly appreciative of Gen'l Forrest's skill and heroism, and had her white-gloved-and-pearled person ever come close to a battlefield, she would have appreciated his assistance and been kindness itself.

But she STILL wouldn't have invited him to dinner!

(I will say in my grandmama's defense that she left her white gloves and pearls behind when she was a Red Cross Gray Lady beginning at the end of WWI and a nurse in WWII.)