My family story Late

So here is exactly what I wrote in class last time and you can react how ever you would like to.

My grandmother was “dating” a man named Delford Olmspacher, no kidding. It sounds like an explosion of spit, and he was like an explosion in our family. Everyone hated him, eventually even my grandmother. He was an alcoholic, and drank Wild Turkey on the front porch at night. One year, my grandmother invited him to make the Thanksgiving turkey. My aunt Vicki, whom Delford called “the buffalo” hated him more than everyone else did. She and her son came unsuspecting, carrying in green beans and sweet potatoes, to Thanksgiving dinner while Delford was cooking in the kitchen. He was spreading Jiff peanut-butter all over the skin of the poor turkey, “to hold in the moisture,” and then dousing it in Budweiser, between swigs of his own. This is what he was basting the turkey in. He said he got the recipe from a magazine. The buffalo, upon seeing the chef’s work, threatened to leave. My grandmother accused her of trying to ruin her Thanksgiving, to which she replied that my grandmother had ruined it herself by inviting this idiot to cook dinner. Eventually, my father calmed them all down, and after football, we all sat down to the PG and Beer Turkey. My Aunt Vicki, who was far from religious, spontaneously, perhaps sarcastically, decided to lead us all in grace, inviting us all to hold hands around the table while she thanked the Lord for his bounty, and then she proceeded to only eat her own green beans and sweet potatoes. Not one bite of turkey. I remember it tasted normal, I think. Eventually, Del and Big Red (my grandma) broke up. He stayed at the house a long while after, still drinking, probably moreso, and yelling to his delerium tremens phantoms in the yard. She did kick him out after a year. He died in the next year. They say he fell asleep smoking, but my family believes he spontaneously combusted. One night he’d had too much, and took his hallucinations a little too seriously, and KaBoom! Byebye Delford Olmspacher.

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