Nope, just a lot of good, hard-working and god-fearing people who put country ahead of self.
Twern't so bad!
Thank you Duke, for your ping. Billhilly knows exactly what you are talking about, and so do I.
My Daddy grew up in North Mississippi with a widowed mom, and several siblings, working as a sharecropper. He laughs about the times they'd be sitting down to eat their bag lunches and an old black lady who lived on the edge of the field would call them in for lunch. He said those were the best biscuits he ever ate.
I never knew his family well; they weren't much for gatherings. I knew about 6 cousins of the 15 or so on his side. They were mostly Scots-Irish, with some Cherokee thrown in.
On my Mama's side, her parents were both originally from New Orleans. It was a big Italian-Irish family, I had 39 first cousins, and we got together almost every Sunday afternoon, after dinner, at Granny's house. We're all still pretty close.