Hillbilly Roots

Before Christine was having her mentally ill identity crisis (according to Tom Snyder) Royal Rosamond’s family was in crisis because his books were not selling, and there were now eight mouths to feed. Lillian was keen on rectifying the truth her father was a failure by contributing to Snyder’s book of lies, because she too had heard there was big money men lurking about, and Pierrot was blessed by Sydney Morris, Robert Brevoort’s law partner. With the revelation Washington Irving may have “pillaged” Erasmus’ story, then one has to look to Ozark Folklore as being The Real McCoy, and not Rip Van Winkle. Was Henry Brevoort aware of the writing of Erasmus? The Brevoorts were great promoters of Irving, they getting him work in other areas in order to make sure he did not want. The law firm that Robert Brevoort founded promoted the “pillagers” and cursed the Contributors. We Orgonians have been blessed with rain the last two days that are putting out our forest fires. However, we have lost a billion dollars in tourist revenue. Small business people are going out of business. This is why the Buck Foundation should be divided in half in order to help the grandchildren of loggers who worked for Frank Buck.

I might be the first to compare Ken Kesey to Washington Irving. ‘Sometimes a Great Notion’ is now side by side with Frank Buck. Ken penned a Ozark tale that he says he got from his grandmother who lived in the Ozarks. Add to this Henry Millers fascination with Bosch, and we are looking at a writing style that came West.

Sydney Morris and Robert Brevoort Buck, took our Family Lore and sold it to their ‘Caretaker’ in order to pay the No.1 Creditor, Lawrence Chazen, a partner in PlumpJack. The art of being poor, was slaughtered by their caretaker, Nurse Ratched, who they put Rosamond in the care of, she put in a coma with shock therapy, her eyes closed for a hundred years. Rosamond McMurphy…………was now controllable!

LITTLE TRICKER THE SQUIRREL MEETS BIG DOUBLE THE BEAR

– by Grandma Whittier

Don’t tell me you’re the only youngsters never heard tell of the time the bear came to Topple’s Bottom? He was a huge high-country bear and not only huge but horrible huge. And hairy, and hateful, and hungry! Why, he almost ate up the entire Bottom before Tricker finally cut him down to size, just you listen and see if he didn’t…

It was a fine fall morning, early and cold and sweet as cider. Down in the Bottom the only one up and about was old Papa Sun, and him just barely. Hanging in the low limbs of the crabapple trees was still some of those strings of daybreak fog called “haint hair” by them that believes in such. The night shifts and the day shifts were shifting very slow. The crickets hadn’t put away their fiddles. The spiders hadn’t shook the dew out of their webs yet. The birds hadn’t quite woke up and the bats hadn’t quite gone to sleep. Nothing was a-move except one finger of sun slipping soft up the knobby trunk of the hazel. It was one of the prettiest times of day at one of the prettiest times of year, and all the Bottom folk were content to let it come about quiet and slow and savory.

Little Tricker must think quickly when the double-hungry bear “comestet kabooming through the Bottom like a freight druvstet by the Devil himself, or at least his next hottest hollerer”–and indeed he does, concocting a scheme that not only outwits the bear but forever puts an end to his rampages. This tall tale from the Ozarks serves as a fine vehicle for Kesey ( One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest ; Sometimes a Great Notion ), proving ample enough for his quirky vision and his freewheeling use of language–his dialogue crackles, his forceful images and metaphors tumble one after another in an inexorable rush.

https://www.e-reading.club/chapter.php/80269/38/Kesey_-_Demon_Box.html

http://www.ozarkscivilwar.org/archives/1707

 

http://www.greatnortherncatskills.com/arts-culture/rip-van-winkle

https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-670-81136-6