Cousin Rufus Attends a Weddin'
We all could use a little humor to lighten things these days. It seems Cousin Rufus has attracted somewhat of a following, therefore, I'm posting another of his letters to his cousin, Cletus.
Dear Cousin Cletus,
Well, I done it agin, left the holler fer the second time this year. If this keeps up yer gonna hafta call me a real jet setter.
I went to mah grandson’s weddin and what a shindig it was! They does things different than they used to, so I thought ya might like ta hear ‘bout it.
It took place outdoors. I found out they don’t play traditional songs no more. When the bride walked down the aisle, some country western guy was croonin’ a song I ain’t never heerd before. You wouldn’t believe the music at the reception neither. It about busted out mah earballs. Sounded like the natives was restless, with them drums a thumpin.
Last spring when I went to that grad-ye-ation out east, you ‘member how I noticed the economy was bad cause the wimmen wuz wearin’ what looked like little girl dresses? They ain’t got ‘nuff material to go round, so they hafta skimp on what they wear. Well, it ain’t got much better, cause the wimmen in mah grandson’s weddin’ wore ‘em too. But folks wuz good not to laugh at em.
Ya oughta see the food them rich folks served at the weddin. Food I didn’t even know whut it wuz. Somethin like fill-a-men-yawn. Only I weren’t yawnin’.
Them that stayed round after the meal was real entertainin. Member when me and Maude used to glide around the room to waltz music when we was young? They don’t do thet no more. Them pore young folks probly wore out they clothes from the inside, the way they wuz jumpin round. What with them drums poundin so loud, I spect they all will be deef in a year or two.
They don’t throw rice no more neither, Cletus. When the bride an groom left, they lit Fourth of Joo-ly sparklers! It wuz right purty.
Well, I enjoyed myself at the weddin, in spite o’ diff’rent ways a doin thangs. But I’m always glad to git back to the holler, where normal folks live. Y’all come see us sometime. We’ll go to Lem’s Gen’ral Store and git us a orange sodee pop.
Calling all readers. With the popularity of Uncle Rufus/Cousin Rufus blogs, I need to be consistent in what I title them. Which do you prefer--Uncle Rufus or Cousin Rufus? Feel free to comment below.