Russian Watch...Corrosive Full Circle Chapter 8 by Nellie Cake

Russian Watch...Corrosive Full Circle Chapter 8

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  • Genre True Crime
  • Publisher BookRix
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  • Length 59 Pages

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Feudin banjos from the movie, Deliverance is echoing throughout the jail. The Feudin banjos was created the year I was born, 1955. City folks ridicule inbred Hillbillies in real life. I can't stand that movie, but we can't battle the framework the lion's share rules. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Raping, inbreeding and screwing creatures in Appalachia's mountains is valid.

Hillbilly men screw the damnation out of women and animals, but so do ministers and city men in suits. I grew up with this wiped out poo with a lot of the men on both sides of my family. Family wants me to shut up about it all, but that's not going to happen. My mom's side of the family plays guitars, banjos, pianos, and accordions by nature with no lessons.

I had an awesome grandma and awesome aunts who I loved spending the summers with and dad and mom practically had to drag me away from grandma, my aunts and uncles. We didn't have city garments mom and dad couldn't afford clothes for all of us. I wore hand me downs and mom's clothes. Hillbillies have huge families, mostly blood kinfolk, holler creatures.

There are many dark secrets on both sides of the family, but if laundered in public family disowns me quick. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Interbreeding was as common as moonshine, double barrels, Cock battles, and homegrown weed. We built outhouses and later put doors on them. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, but childhood was spent in Appalachian mountains with my debased Hillbilly family.

My two older brothers, uncles and cousins assaulted and raped us girls convincing us it's our fault for enticing them. Dad believed all women are born whores and lure men. Explain to a nine year old what luring and a whore is. When the boys were caught trying to rape me or I snitched the family didn't want me around, I expose evil. There was no escape from dad's manhandling. Dad thought mom was screwing men.

I know she tried because I took notes from mom to men, but no one sane could have blamed her. Dad was a Pentecost Oneness evangelist preacher, a volunteer fireman and medic working three days on and three days off. Dad also maintained the Dependable Fire Extinguisher and Equipment Company. Us kids worked with dad on his business and construction. He was a false prophet preacher Charlatan and hated me, but I adored him.

I'm marked a preacher's daughter forever. I anticipated bad circumstances so I fled into the mountains with nature's peace with the exception of uproarious creatures. I was learning to write with a stick in the dirt so I can write about what men on both sides of our families were doing to my sisters and me. I can't talk about a lot of what went on, but if it happened to me or I saw it with my eyes I can and will.

Everyone had large families and women of all ages were pregnant at the same time. Mom, aunts and grandma were having home births in different rooms. Normal was eleven to eighteen. Relatives were blood kinfolk inbreeding inside family. Grandma and grandpa were first cousins. Family originated in the mountains, but in dad's youth he was known in Winchester, Kentucky as a homeless alcoholic drug addict.

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